Chapter 213: Won't He Be in Pain
Recently, Dylan, who has always been very respectful to Winona, responded sternly, "I'm just an assistant and not responsible for personal matters. Moreover, Mr. Bailey's injury isn't because of me. I still have work to do, so I'll leave first."
After saying that, Dylan left, still driving Zachary's car.
The car sped past them, and Zachary looked at Winona with a faint expression. "You've made my driver leave."
He raised his hand, and his previously terrifying wound looked even more gruesome after the passage of time. The piece of skin that was forcibly torn open by a wrench was now hanging and curled up. The surrounding redness and swelling had turned into bruises, and the scab had cracked open again, oozing blood which dripped onto the cemented ground from his fingertips.
Just by looking at the shocking wound, one could imagine the severity of the attack. Even so, it was thanks to the bodyguard's kick that the assailant was stopped.
If Zachary hadn't arrived and grabbed her hand in time, and if the bodyguard hadn't kicked the assailant away when the wrench was about to make contact with her skin, her hand would have been more severely injured.
"Beep beep."
A taxi arrived for Winona. She checked the license plate, opened the car door, and got in. Zachary also followed her into the car. She glanced at him but didn't ask him to leave.
Back at home, Winona took out a cotton swab and dipped it in antiseptic to clean his wound. Originally, she had planned to take him to a clinic for bandaging, but the clinic was closed at this hour, and going to the hospital meant dealing with a complex emergency process and waiting in line. So she just decided to handle it herself.
After cleaning the wound, Winona used nail clippers to carefully trim the folded piece of skin, making sure it didn't hang over the wound. It was a delicate job that required getting as close to the still attached skin as possible without cutting into it. Winona got very close, and her warm breath fell directly on Zachary's wound. Due to nervousness, she felt like she was even tightening her lips.
On a quiet morning, in the apartment with a sweeping view, the warm yellow lights and the faint fragrance of bath gel on the woman created an ambiguous atmosphere, combined with the strands of hair falling on his hand and the shallow breaths. It all formed a seductive scene that was hard to resist.
Zachary's chin was just above her head, and with a slight tilt, he could reach her lips...
As soon as this thought arose, it burned like a blazing fire, unable to be suppressed. In an instant, it turned into a raging flame.
He slowly lowered his head, his voice hoarse as he called out, "Winona..."
Winona was focusing intently on cutting the skin, but when she suddenly heard him calling her, the light in front of her was blocked again. The medicine applied to the wound made the connecting area look unattractive even without the dim light.
She directly pushed Zachary's head, which was getting closer, away with her hand. "Move aside, you're blocking the light. What's so interesting about cutting the skin? And you're getting too close."
The bloody scene was making her nauseous.
She didn't say these words. After all, he had saved her and her injury. Even if it was to repay the debt, she couldn't openly express her disdain for him.
Zachary: "..."
With a cold face, he moved his head, which she was holding, to the side. "I can't look at you. What if you lose control while cutting and accidentally cut my flesh? It would hurt like hell."
Winona sneered. She didn't have this thought before, but now she did. She not only wanted to cut his flesh, but she also wanted to directly cut his heart. "It seems that you're not completely stupid and hopeless. You do know how terrible your previous attitude towards me was, which is why you had such a dark thought while I was dressing your wound."
"Where did I..."
Zachary blurted out without finishing his sentence, wanting to ask, 'Where did he treat her badly?' But upon careful consideration, he realized that he hadn't been all that good.
So he pursed his lips and swallowed the second half of his sentence, taking a moment before saying, "You do treat me well. You order takeout for me every day, as if you're afraid that I'll live too long and affect you finding another guy."
Winona: "What else can I do? Shall I set up an electric stove in the breakroom at The Bailey Group and cook soup and meals for you every day?"
Only Dylan in the entire company knew about Winona and Zachary's secret marriage, and it was discovered by accident. Ordering takeout every day and doing odd jobs had already made people criticize her for using connections. If she were to cook for him personally, everyone would probably start spreading rumors about her and Zachary.
Zachary fell silent for two seconds, just as Winona thought he was going to mock her again, he unexpectedly said seriously, "That's not impossible."
"..."
He didn't hear Winona's response, but he did hear the sound of her searching through the medicine bag. "What are you doing?"
"Just looking for some fever-reducing medicine. I suspect your wound might be infected."
Zachary sneered, "If it weren't for sex, I would seriously doubt if you're even a woman."
She was definitely a woman, but all of her romantic feelings seemed to be reserved for Matthew. Making love meals, writing love letters, and affectionately calling him "Big Brother Matthew," she even worried about giving gifts during holidays and special occasions, even though she couldn't afford to eat. This kind of silly behavior, only women with a weak temperament would do.
"...Why don't you change your career and start fertilizing the vegetable garden? That's a job more suitable for you," Winona firmly applied the gauze on his wound, getting up to clean up the mess on the table. "The dressing is done, you can leave now. Don't touch water, and it's better not to use your hand."
Easy to reopen the wound, these were the doctor's instructions, and she just repeated them.
Zachary said matter-of-factly, "I injured my right hand, I can't do anything. Someone has to take care of me, right?"
"You can use your left hand."
"No, I'm not skilled with it."
This guy was deliberately trying to cause trouble. Winona handed him the medicine, and her intention of sending him away was clear. "Practice more and you'll get the hang of it."
"..."
The man tilted his head back, the sexy Adam's apple moving up and down. "I want to take a bath. Come and help me undress."
As he spoke, he deliberately raised his hand, wrapped like a bread roll, in front of Winona. "After all, I got injured to protect you. I didn't ask you to offer yourself. Helping me undress and taking care of three meals a day, being a driver, can't you handle these trivial matters?"
Only then did Winona notice that Zachary was still wearing a tie, and his suit was impeccable and neat. He must have come directly from work or a party.
A few drops of blood had splattered onto his light-colored shirt. She hadn't noticed before, but now that she did, the bloodstains seemed particularly eye-catching.
With her body full of thorns and what she thought was a tough heart, Winona instantly softened.
She walked over and raised her hand to loosen his tie. This intimate action inevitably caused her fingers to touch his skin.
The man's skin was not rough, but it was definitely not as delicate and soft as a woman who regularly took care of herself. At this moment, when their skin touched, both of their bodies froze...
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