Chapter 214: This is the meal ordered by Mr. Bailey
Zachary licked his lips and raised his hand, lightly resting it on Winona's waist. It was just a light touch, with a bit of distance between them, not a complete contact.
The top button on the collar was not easy to undo, and Winona was completely focused on unbuttoning it, not noticing his actions at all, nor did she see the close and overlapping shadows cast on the ground.
As Winona's fingers moved downwards, the shirt was half unbuttoned, exposing his chest to the cold morning air. The frequency of Zachary's Adam's apple moving increased, even though he tried to suppress it, his heavy breathing gave away his thoughts.
Especially when Winona reached the button at his lower abdomen, his reaction was so clear and unavoidable that it entered her line of sight, and his fingers touched hers...
Even though there were two layers of pants in between, Winona still felt the scorching heat psychologically.
Her face instantly turned red, as if she had touched something hot, and she quickly stepped back, saying, "Take off your pants yourself."
The buttons were already undone, so there was nothing else she needed to help with.
Zachary watched her hasty retreat and couldn't restrain himself, his reaction becoming more obvious, to the point where he had to exert more effort in taking off his pants with one hand.
Winona lay on the bed. She had taken a bath before going to the police station, but after going out, out of habit, she still wanted to freshen up a bit. However, the apartment only had one bathroom, which was currently occupied by Zachary. She couldn't wash up now, and she didn't want to go later either. Who knew what strange things he might be doing in there.
So she closed her eyes, ready to sleep, but just as her eyelids closed, she abruptly opened them again.
She remembered that Zachary didn't have clothes to change into here. Although he wasn't obsessively clean, he wouldn't wear dirty clothes after taking a bath, especially ones stained with blood. The towel was also in her room; she hadn't brought it over after drying her hair earlier.
Wait a minute, is he going to come out naked?
Sure enough, as soon as this thought crossed her mind, she heard Zachary calling her name from the bathroom.
Winona resignedly turned over and got up, walking to the front of the bathroom and knocking on the door. "What's the matter?"
Zachary's voice was hoarse, with a bit more roughness than usual. When heard by someone, it seemed as if there was a trace of dampness in the fog. "I don't have any clothes to change into."
Winona leaned against the wall and casually replied, "Me neither. I only have a sexy red nightgown. If you don't want to wear it, you can wear your previous clothes back home and change."
Zachary remained silent for a few seconds, the sound of water inside also stopped, and everything became quiet as if all the sounds had disappeared from Winona's ears along with the mention of the "red nightgown." Just when Winona thought he was going to compromise, she heard the sound of the door lock clicking.
Winona's mind barely had time to react, and her hand was already gripping the doorknob, firmly holding the door. "Did you put on clothes?"
She could feel Zachary's hand also on the doorknob, and now her action was nothing more than an attempt to deceive herself. As long as he exerted a little force, the initiative of whether to open the door or not wouldn't be hers.
The man's answer was expectedly cheeky, pushing his shameless nature to the extreme. "No clothes."
Winona was almost out of breath from anger. "Don't come out, just wait for me."
"I mind the sexy red nightgown."
Winona angrily ran into the room. "I don't have a bright red nightgown!"
She had brought a towel for Zachary, but clearly, the man not only disliked the bright red nightgown, but also her damp towel. After coaxing him for a while, he reluctantly gave up on the idea of running out naked and reluctantly wrapped himself in the towel.
However, it was extremely sloppy, with his waist being loose and the fishing line clearly visible. With every step he took, the towel seemed like it was about to fall off at any moment. Winona wanted him to quickly put on clothes and leave, but when she arrived in the living room, she found that the dirty clothes he had changed out of had been thrown directly into the trash can.
How could the distinguished and elegant Mr. Bailey possibly stoop so low as to rummage through the trash to find clothes to wear?
So Winona gave up on the idea of having him wear dirty clothes and didn't bother wasting her breath. "Call Dylan and have him bring you a set of clothes," she said.
This time, Zachary didn't refuse. Even if he didn't act like a decent person, he couldn't really walk around naked in front of Winona. "I'm tired. I'll call him after I wake up," he said.
He wasn't some pervert with an exhibitionist fetish.
Winona didn't waste any more words. Anyway, she had to go to work. Whether Zachary was naked or not, she couldn't see it herself. As long as the unfortunate god had left by the time she came back, it was fine.
She turned and went back to her room to change clothes. Zachary was the boss, so even if he skipped work, no one dared to say anything. Winona, on the other hand, even after going through a night of accidents like car crashes and kidnappings, still had to go to work.
As long as one could crawl, they had to go.
Seeing her change into her work clothes, Zachary frowned. "What, you don't want to see me? Can't even stay in your own home?"
Winona bent down to change her shoes at the entrance. "Since you're so good at imagining things, why don't you become a screenwriter?"
"Do screenwriters make more money than CEOs?"
She didn't want to talk anymore. She just opened the door and was about to leave when Zachary squinted his eyes and spoke in a harsh tone, "You didn't sleep all night last night and now you're not even staying at home to rest. Do you not want to live anymore or do you feel so good that you want to stay in the hospital's ICU for a few days?"
Great, the scumbag cursed at her early in the morning!
Winona pointed to her wristwatch, speaking to him as if he were an idiot. "It's Wednesday today. I have to go to work."
Zachary pursed his lips, and his harsh voice softened a little. "....Take a leave."
"I don't earn much compared to a CEO. If I don't work, I'll starve."
...
Winona relied on coffee to survive the day. Her temples were throbbing as if they were about to explode, and she didn't dare to make any big movements.
After work at the museum, she hurriedly went to the Watson Group. Matthew, who had been working out of town, had just returned to the office today. "Let's eat first, and we'll have the meeting in an hour."
The secretary had ordered lunch boxes, and just as Winona was about to pick them up, a waiter in a five-star hotel uniform pushed a food cart in. "Excuse me, who is Mrs. Sullivan?"
Winona replied, "That's me."
"This is a meal ordered by Mr. Bailey. Please sign for it." The person handed her a receipt, and the other two waiters quickly set up a makeshift table and began placing the dishes on it one by one.
Winona pushed the order back, refusing to sign for it. She asked them to return it and tell Mr. Bailey not to order anymore because their company had boxed lunches, and she wouldn't eat the meal he ordered.
The whole department would be eating boxed lunches while she ate steak, which was extremely awkward.
Zachary's voice came from behind those people, and the next moment, he appeared in Winona's line of sight. "I ordered this for myself. I can't use my hand to eat, so I have to trouble you."
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