Chapter 1705


    Zayn brushed her off with a smile. “Are you full? If you are, then I''ll buy you some bags. After


    that, I will send you home. It’s gettingte.”


    “Mm-hmm!” Tessa agreed.


    They exited the steakhouse, and then went to the duty -free shop and bought more than a dozen


    bags in various styles. Everything that night had cost Zayn almost a million dors. Tessa could


    not take her eyes off everything in the shop. 2


    Tessa was so happy, when Zayn drove her home, she kept muttering without stopping like a


    melodiousrk. However, that was good as well. Zayn was initially afraid that he would have to


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    drive with fatigue as he was very exhausted that day. With Tessa’s continuous muttering, he was


    not afraid anymore that he might fall asleep behind the wheel anymore.


    Zayn left without staying any longer after he had sent Tessa home. However, he found an alley


    and parked his car after a few minutes since he drove away from Tessa’s house. He sat quietly


    in the car. Actually, he originally wanted to rest a little before driving again as he was afraid that


    he would be driving with fatigue. Also, he was thinking about how he should mediate the


    rtionship between Tessa and her mother. However, what Zayn did not expect was that after


    almost three minutes, he suddenly saw a figure nearby making a call. If that figure was not


    Tessa, then who could it be?


    Tessa’s tone was so iparably fierce that it was almost brutal. “I’m telling you, Hana Sharpe!


    Listen up, you shameless woman! You went to my Zayn, didn’t you? Can’t you have some self-


    respect? Have some self-respect, alright? How evil can you be? You even have your eye on your


    daughter’s boyfriend.


    Hana Sharpe, if you still have some self-respect, then go to hell! Go knock your head on


    something, jump into the river, or hang yourself! How can God be so blind? Why did He not let a


    train, car, or truck run you over until you’re a bloody mess? It’s just a waste of earthly resources


    for such a woman like you to be living in this world! Hana Sharpe, listen to me carefully. If you


    dare to covet my boyfriend again, my dad will not spare you! It’s best if you can go to hell


    tonight!”


    Zayn, who was in the alley, was speechless. At that moment, he felt lucky that he did not have


    his headlights turned on. It was fortunate that the alley was dark, so Tessa did not see him at all.


    After Tessa had vented her anger and was finished with her call, she turned around and went


    home. After almost ten minutes, Zayn was certain that Tessa would not being out again.


    Only then did Zayn secretly leave in his car.


    He had a mixed feeling in his heart. He thought of how Hana blocked the stick from hitting him in


    the morning. It was not that big of a deal for the stick to have struck on the waist. The worst case


    scenario was just broken ribs. However, if that stick had struck Zayn on his head, then he may


    either be in aa or die on the spot, when Hana saved his life, she did not think too much


    about it and had no selfish ideas either. Then, Zayn thought about the moment when he brought


    Tessa for steaks that night. She could spend almost a million dors of his money in a night


    without being unfazed. Zayn was not feeling sorry about the money, what even was that bit of


    money to him?


    He sped up again and quickly drove himself home. He did not sleep well that night, he kept


    dreaming. He dreamed of that moment when Hana saved him. He even dreamed of the moment


    when Sabrina recklessly helped Nigel block two stabbings with her own arms seven years ago.


    He suddenly realized that Hana and Sabrina had many simrities. 1


    Early in the morning, Zayn woke up and hurriedly ate some breakfast before driving to the


    hospital. He wondered how was Hana’s injuries after a night. Did Cecilia manage to take good


    care of Hana? Did he need to hire a caregiver. After all, Cecilia was already almost sixty years


    old, so she would be exhausted from guarding Hana day and night.


    Right when Zayn was pondering if he should find a caregiver for Hana while walking towards her


    ward, he suddenly heard a familiar, yet sharp and resentful voice. “Hana Sharpe! Can you stop


    being such a b* tch?”