A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chapter 182 The Hatred Of Snatching Love

Chapter 182 The Hatred Of Snatching Love

"So... the reason why you don't want to marry my sister is because of her," Vinton said with a rather gloomy expression on his face. Since he came back, he had heard nothing but his mother, full of righteous indignation, ceaselessly complaining about something Valery was involved in. Truth be told, his ears had started to hurt, so he had been escaping the house in the last couple of days to play golf and to give his ears a break.

Of course, he himself was hoping that Valery could marry into a wealthy family, as that would benefit him in his fight against Alice for the family successor role. But if Zac was unwilling to marry his sister, why did he knock her up? Was Valery's position as a daughter of the Xu family too humble for him?

"If you were in my shoes, who would you pick: her or your sister?" Zac asked slowly. As a typical man, Vinton was not sophisticated in his tastes, but he did adore women and he had no problems saying what he thought.

Vinton was silent for a moment. If it were him, he would definitely choose the woman in front of him. Admittedly, his sister was also a beauty, but her face, figure, and temperament suffered in comparison to this woman.

However, Valery was his twin sister, after all, and he shouldn't act like an outsider. "Even so... but my sister is pregnant," he murmured.

"If we were in a normal relationship, I would have definitely married her, but I hate people who scheme to entrap me the most." Zac's tone was frigid.

Vinton fell silent. In Dragon City, Zac had the reputation for being notoriously cold-blooded, swiftly decisive, and deathly terrifying when angry. The fact that he allowed his sister to carry the child full term and give birth to it was totally out of character. As a man, he also hated being entrapped by women. Fortunately, he had his mother to deal with them. Women who were willing to have an abortion in exchange for money were usually paid off by his mother, whereas those who were unwilling were

usually forced to take abortifacients or undergo the operation. Once, a young model he had dated died of massive hemorrhage on the surgery table. His mother gave a large sum of money to the model's family to help them get over her loss and to shut them up.

"Since we met here by chance, why don't we play together?" suggested Jim.

"Okay." Vinton nodded, and they walked toward the court together.

Meanwhile, Essie and Eva were sitting on the bench nearby to watch the match.

Taking a sip of juice, Essie sat gazing at the beautiful men on the lawn. As the well-known president of the Handsome Association, she appreciated everyone, including Vinton, even though she didn't like him.

"Essie, tell me about the pineapple and coconut story," Eva said with a smirk.

"We met during my trip to Maldives. He is just a friend. I didn't expect him to be icy guy's brother," Essie said casually.

"He is late." Eva knew how to read men. From the excitement on Walt's face, it was evident that he had feelings for her best friend. Now that Essie had turned out to be his younger sister-in-law, he may have to give up.

Essie didn't quite hear what she said clearly. She sighed slightly and said, "They say the world is big, but it's actually very small."

"The world is big for those who are destined not to be together, but it is small for those who are." Eva shrugged her shoulders and wondered where her Mr. Right was.

On the court, Vinton glanced at the rest area and looked at Jim. "Did that girl sitting beside Essie come here with you?"

Squinting his eyes, Jim glanced toward the direction Vinton was pointing at. Then, an indescribable expression fell over his face. "That's Essie's best friend, and I have nothing to do with her. She is not a woman, at all—she's a man that's been fermenting in a chili jar. If you know what's good for you, you'd keep well away from that person, or you will suffer."

Vinton gave him an evil smile and said, "I like my women spicy. The spicier, the better."

A mocking smile tugged at the corners of Jim's mouth. "She is far spicier than anyone could handle," he commented in a warning tone. Any man who fell for her probably had a penchant for self-abuse.

Walt looked a bit gloomy. He had been living under the shadow of his brother since childhood. He had always striven for excellence, but his grandparents had never had a chance to see him. Even though he was the eldest grandson of the family, they had appointed Zac as the fourth generation heir. Even Purple Love, their only love, was passed on to him. Even worse, the girl whom he had searched for several years had become his wife.

Since had Zac, why did his parents have to give birth to Walt?

Why did God create a twin brother to compete with him for status and the woman he loved?

He swung his club with all his strength, and a little white ball flew to the far grass in a large parabolic trajectory.

"You look like you're not even here. Are you thinking about work or woman?" commented Zac in a joking tone.

Walt stared out into the distance. "When I went to America, weren't you still thinking about how to avoid being forced to marry Valery? Why did you get married suddenly?" He turned toward Zac, an eyebrow arched.

"On the way to evade such a fate, I was lucky enough to meet her." With a beautiful smile on his face, Zac gently pushed the club in his hand, and then the small white ball slowly rolled forward and fell into the hole.

Walt's heart twitched. He had been looking for her for such a long time, but all his efforts were in vain. Zac was able to meet her only by accident.

Why was God always there for Zac?

Walt's eyes glittered with a trace of malice.

He didn't believe that God would always be on his twin's side.

Sooner or later, God would forsake him.

"What do you plan to do with Valery?" He pretended to ask casually.

"I'm hoping that she would be able to find a good husband," replied Zac dismissively.

Without another word, Walt turned toward the rest area, where two beautiful women were approaching Essie.

When she looked up at the newcomers, her eyes widened slightly in surprise. Today was really a lively day; anyone actually came.

"Huh. You're here, too?" Frowning, Leila recalled that Valery warned her that Essie had returned. She thought that Essie had been defeated by Valery, but it looked like the other woman found her second wind.

"Wow, Zac and others are here." Christina, who stood next to her, happily pointed to the court, and Essie recognized her as Ivy's love rival.

Leila's eyes lit up immediately like a star twinkling in the sky. She dismissed Essie from her mind and walked straight to the course, with Christina trotting behind her.

Eva must have seen something on Essie's face, so she grabbed her arm and said, "Let's go. She's your husband's ex. Be careful."

Suddenly, the day took on a gloomy cast for Essie. She was once again reminded that Zac did not love her, so it was useless for her to watch out for the two.

"Hello, Zac, Walt, Jim, Vinton." Christina greeted the men one by one.

"What a coincidence! You are all here." Leila gazed at Zac, tenderness shining from her eyes. Essie saw that look and said quietly, "Since it's a rare thing for the handsome boys and girls of the four families to gather together like this, why don't we divide into two teams and have a competition?"

"That's a great idea," Christina said with a giggle.

Leila glanced at Essie and asked, "Can you play?" There was a hint of mockery in her tone. 'Surely a bottom-feeder of society like her can't play golf at all,' she thought cattily.

Essie smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as my husband can. I will just follow him."

"That's a good idea. I should warn the caddies to put on protective gear. I'm afraid they might get hit by flying clubs and things and get injured," Leila joked. In her head, she was thinking, 'What gall she has! She's not afraid of making a fool out of herself out here in the golf course. I will make her lose so miserably that Zac would finally realize that he should never stay married to a person whom he can't even bring to society events.'

They were divided into two teams: the group, which was composed of Zac, Jim, Essie, and Eva, and the second team with Vinton, Walt, Leila, and Christina.

Jim sighed theatrically, "We have two rookies. We're screwed."

Eva glared at him and retorted, "As if you're any good at this."

Zac stood there with a careless smile on his face. The match was only for entertainment purposes, anyway. What's important was for Essie to have fun playing.

He placed his arm around her shoulders and said, "Honey, don't worry, just swing your club and hit the ball. If the club does fly away, you can get another one without issue."

Jim stared at the couple thoughtfully. He knew a lot of rich married men, but none of them had ever been so openly doting toward their wives as Zac.

The two teams began to tee-off. Zac was an awe-inspiring picture of elegance and power. With his graceful swing, he sent the small white ball flying out of sight like a gust of wind.

In Jim's eyes, Eva was nothing but trouble. Not only did she hit the ball farther away from the hole, her grip slipped and her club went flying. Spectators quickly dispersed, and Zac pulled Essie into his arms to protect her.

Leila saw this, and her heart burned with bitter jealousy. Those two were just too into their roles!

With a loud clang, the iron club fell heavily on the grass.

Eva stuck out her tongue awkwardly. "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Essie walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder. "It doesn't matter," she said consolingly. "This is a golf party, not a real game."

Leila sneered. True enough, birds of a feather do flock together.

Jim went to rescue the ball and, in a beautiful shot, sent the ball flying toward the correct direction.

Now, it was time for the last member of the team, Essie.

"Let's stay away; a repeat performance of the flying golf club may happen again," Leila reminded everyone loudly to mock Essie and ruin her concentration. Christina and Vinton retreated several meters away.

Jim spoke through the corners of his mouth, "The iron club has no eyes. If it really flies out, remember that there's a danger zone within a ten-meter radius."

"Honey, don't worry. Hit it however you like." Zac stood beside her, speaking words of encouragement.

Essie smiled toward him. "Don't worry, honey. I want to catch a birdie for our team." She then winked at him playfully. A birdie was a golf term. Each team was playing for a five-stroke hole. If the team managed to sink the hole on the fourth stroke, then they caught a birdie.

Zac stroked her head. His wife was a pro; she even knew golf lingo.

Leila harrumphed.

'Catch a birdie? I hope you don't fly the iron club out, and just hit the birds in the sky!' thought Leila.

Essie turned around and shot her a wicked smile.