My Fiance Ran Away On Our Wedding Day novel Chapter 57

Summary for Chapter 57: My Fiance Ran Away On Our Wedding Day

Chapter 57 – A Turning Point in My Fiance Ran Away On Our Wedding Day by Update

In this chapter of My Fiance Ran Away On Our Wedding Day, Update introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 57 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Marriage genre.

"It's only a piece of clothes, isn't it? What exactly was there to flaunt?"

Tony pursed his lips and picked up his phone to check the time without replying to Zac's question.

He sneered softly and asked, "President Hill, it's already eight o'clock.Why don't you pack up and go home?"

Zac had drunk at least two mouthfuls of wine at the previous party, but now he was deafeningly quiet and stunned.

So Tony might as well not let him get in the way of other people's perceptions.

Because of his great self-control, he believed he could put up with Zac's terrible attitude for more than 20 years.

But even if his strength of will was good enough, he couldn't endure it anymore.

"Look at this man's daily coquettish manipulation.Is it something a person can do?"

Tony remarked, but Zac was not annoyed when he heard his words.

He stood up instead and lightly nodded, "Well, then I'll go back."

Zac was still preoccupied with other things, so he didn't have time to talk to them.

When Anika and her good friend came home, the lights in the living room were on.

Although there was no one in the living room, she knew that Zac should have returned.

She then walked upstairs to change into her home clothes.

Afterward, she went into the kitchen and cleaned the lemons and delicious pears she had purchased from the supermarket in order to make lemon pear juice.

Zac usually had a lot of social interactions, and other people intentionally toasted to please him Thus, it was inevitable for him to drink.

She knew that every time he finished drinking, his voice would be hoarse the next day.

So she decided to make him some lemon pear juice.

According to Alena, this was referred to as gradually melting the other person's heart in the details.

As the saying goes, a baker's wife may bite of a bun, a brewer's wife may bite of a tun.

Since she lived with Zac, it was convenient for her to do so.

When she was boiling lemon pear juice, she kept a close eye on the heat.

Because if she became careless, it would stick to the pan and burn.

Therefore, she stood there for more than an hour, watching the small pot of lemon pear juice gradually thicken before turning off the heat.

As she lifted her hand to get the glass jar from the shelf, she suddenly felt a sore feeling since she had been standing for too long.

Her fingers trembled, and the bottle of raisins and chestnuts on the shelf fell to the floor as well.

Anika had no choice but to secure the glass jar near her as she noticed the bottle was going to break onto her arm.

However, the anticipated pain did not occur.

Instead of falling, the heavy bottle slammed into the hand that appeared out of nowhere.

It shattered to the ground with another smash.

When she turned around, she saw Zac whose lips were pursed.

His light eyes darkened as he looked at her.

Anika frowned, and when she regained her senses, she hurriedly asked him, "Is your hand injured?"

Zac clenched his fist and shook his head.

Anika heaved a sigh of relief and went to look at the mess on the kitchen floor.

The glass container, which was sent by Borris and had been filled with raisin chestnuts, had now been broken into pieces.

Zac caught a glimpse of her staring at the fragment and held her hands on his wrist, "I'll do it"

He cleaned up the broken glass before placing the sweet chestnuts in a clean carton beside her.

He stared at the ceramic pot on the gas burner after cleaning up the mess and asked indifferently, "It's so late, why are you still cooking in the kitchen?"

Although he knew Zac was merely documenting his life by taking photographs of his friends, she seemed to be involved in every single one of them.

Anika couldn't help but feel a glimmer of happiness, even if it was only a coincidence.

As she recalled Alena's words, she spent a few minutes praising Zac's friends.

After that, she decided to send a message to him.

[Be careful when you sleep.Don't press your hand.] 

[Good night.] 

After sending the message, she scrolled through their conversation in Viber and noticed that apart from the few emojis she sent him, the rest came from him which was all about picking her up from work and taking her downstairs.

It was ice-cold, without the slightest bit of charm.

Alena, on the other hand, recently bought several love manuals.

She stated that the key to developing a relationship was to not create an unclear situations and that greeting each other every morning and night was a vital technique to achieve this.

She was ready to switch off her phone and go to sleep when she saw he was typing, which appeared on the top of the dialog box.

As a result, she held her phone for ten minutes before receiving a short message from him.

[Well, good night.] Aside from "good night,’’ there's just one more thing she'd want to say.So she clicked on the dialog box and pondered for a long time.

However, she still accepted his message as a polite reply, so she put her phone down and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall, Zac was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He was frowning as he glanced at the screen where he saw that Anika was typing.

He was speechless for a long time.

When he lay on the bed, he saw the bruises on the back of his right hand.

He pursed his lower lip softly, then switched hands to hold his phone and placed his swollen arm on the pillow beside him.His arm made him sleepless all night.