Chapter 191 Jealous Your Wife Dumped You
It all happened in a flash; neither Winona Sullivan nor Austin could react in time.
Zachary Bailey locked eyes with her as she stared back in astonishment, her crow-wing lashes tickling his face, effortlessly drawing out the deepest desires within him.
He gripped her tighter, drawing her closer, their lips fiercely grinding against each other. The frigid air of the hospital room turned scorching with the ferocity of his kiss.
"Holy shit!" Austin yanked Winona's arm, pulling her away from the bed, and grabbed Zachary's collar, yanking the man upright from his supine position, "You mother…"
Fuming, he stopped mid-insult, glaring at Zachary with a murderous look before choking out, "Did you—did you use your tongue?"
Dangling by his collar, Zachary made no attempt to resist, just looking at him lazily, as if sobered up yet still heavily intoxicated, and clueless about the current situation.
Austin ground his teeth, and knuckles cracking, "I asked you a question."
Zachary's gaze finally sharpened, his lips curling into a challenging sneer, he licked the corner of his mouth provocatively, "What do you think?"
"Dammit…" Austin realized the bastard was faking it. It couldn't be a coincidence that Stella supported him and he fainted, yet he woke up the moment Winona got close, not just awake but also active, "You’re worse than a dog. I'll beat you so hard today, you won't know what hit you!"
Austin's fury made his hair stand on end, and no man could stand this kind of provocation.
He swung his fist to smash it into Zachary Bailey's face when Winona Sullivan's quick reflexes saved the situation. "You're choking him to death."
"I don't give a damn..." Despite his words, the interruption stopped his punch. Looking down from his height, he saw Zachary Bailey's face was crimson from the lack of oxygen, his shirt collar crumpled and twisted in Austin's tight grip.
"He's just playing the pity card!"
Austin loosened his grip slightly, and Zachary Bailey's upper body, which had been suspended at a 45-degree angle, suddenly leaned forward, his head jutting out from the hospital bed.
"Ugh..."
The thick smell of alcohol overpowered the scent of disinfectant in the room.
Austin was splattered with vomit.
Zachary Bailey hadn't eaten that night, so what came up was all alcohol, but even so, it was enough to disgust Austin.
From the hem of his T-shirt to his pants, everything was damp and clinging to his body.
"Zachary Bailey, tell me, did you do that on purpose?" Austin was so disgusted he couldn't even get angry, practically having to hold his breath.
Winona Sullivan watched him stand there, still able to talk, and raised her hand as if to push him but then stopped halfway and waved her hand with the palm facing inward instead.
She didn't want to touch him, but she couldn't bring herself to be hands-on "I'll go get some hospital clothes; you head to the shower ASAP. Be careful with your wound; don't get it wet."
After that, she glanced over at Zachary Bailey, who had leaned back against the headboard. His eyes, which had been half-closed, flicked open at her gaze. His lips were a healthy pink, slightly pursed, and his gaze was steady and dark, betraying no hint of drunkenness.
It had to be mentioned, as accustomed as she was to Zachary Bailey's cold, biting demeanor, there was something disarmingly docile about him just sitting there, staring calmly.
Winona Sullivan clicked her tongue.
The bar for tolerance seemed to be dropping steadily.
She went to knock on the bathroom door, asking Austin to hand her the mop. As for Zachary Bailey, well, his stench wasn't her problem.
After mopping twice and spraying some perfume, she finally managed to diminish the smell.
Just when Winona Sullivan turned to leave, Zachary Bailey caught her hand. "I haven't rinsed my mouth yet."
"Austin is in the shower, you can rinse after he gets out."
"I can't walk, my legs are weak."
Winona Sullivan tried to pull her hand free, but it was futile; he held it too firmly. She held her captured hand in front of him, "If you transfer half of that strength in your hand to your legs, they might firm up."
Zachary Bailey was silent for a few seconds, "Firm up where?"
He asked the question with earnestness, showing no hint of flirting, which made Winona Sullivan wonder if her mind was just too dirty, as it uncontrollably wandered to inappropriate places, especially with Zachary Bailey sitting there waiting for her response with the utmost seriousness.
Finally, Winona Sullivan couldn't take it anymore. "You’re hard, let go."
"I haven’t rinsed my mouth yet."
Winona felt the urgent need to get a prescription for some quick-acting heart pills; she was afraid she wouldn’t make it through the night. "I’ll get you some water, let go."
"Oh."
Zachary obediently let go, sitting up straight, hands properly resting on his thighs.
After fetching him a glass of water and watching him rinse, Zachary Bailey asked, "Will you still fall for Matthew Watson?"
No reply.
He pressed, "I’m asking you."
"I don’t know," Winona Sullivan lay on the visitor's bed, turning her back to him.
"How about Austin?"
"I don’t know."
She seriously considered poisoning him to silence.
"Do you still like me?"
"No."
"Heh," Zachary Bailey scoffed, "Women!"
Winona Sullivan remained silent.
A silence ensued for more than half a minute until Zachary said something else in such a low, slurred voice that she couldn't make it out clearly.
Austin emerged from the bathroom covered in steam, shooting Zachary Bailey a fierce glare. Even after soaping up three times, he felt a lingering odor.
Winona Sullivan checked the wounds on his back and, seeing a few spots wet, pressed the call button for the nurse to reapply the medication. The fuss lasted until past one in the morning before finally quieting down.
…
The next day, Winona Sullivan was the first to wake up and went downstairs for breakfast after freshening up.
Not long after she left, Zachary Bailey and Austin awoke, bearing the identical look of ugliness that comes with both a hangover and lack of sleep, brows furrowed, faces twisted in discomfort.
Austin, still stewing over last night’s events and seeing Zachary Bailey, couldn't hide his disdain. "You despicable scoundrel, pretending to be drunk to steal a kiss."
Zachary Bailey retorted without courtesy, "Just admit you're jealous. No one would think less of you."
He actually couldn’t remember much from the night before, but judging by Austin’s look of a man who’d had his girl stolen, it wasn't hard to guess.
He was in high spirits, the discomfort from his hangover considerably lightened.
Austin shot up from the bed, his gaze locking onto the lower abdomen of Zachary Bailey with a sneer. “Jealous of you? Jealous of getting dumped by your wife? Or jealous of your lack of performance in bed?”
Last night when he had pulled Winona Sullivan away, his eyes inadvertently swept over Zachary Bailey’s crotch, finding it unresponsive and flat.
In such a moment, if there's no physical reaction, it means either he's impotent or he's not in love deeply enough.
Zachary Bailey's face turned dark, his expression uglier than sin…
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