Chapter 215: Like Kissing
Zachary injured his right hand, which was already difficult to move. He had ordered dishes that required manual cutting.
Even without looking, Winona could feel the excited gazes of those around her. She clenched her teeth and leaned close to Zachary's ear, lowering her voice and asking, "Are you sick or something?"
Zachary raised his hand, allowing her to see clearly the gauze wrapped around it. "Isn't that why a sick person like me came to you?"
That seemed to be the meaning, but it didn't sound right.
The commotion attracted Matthew in the office, or rather, his secretary called him out.
Looking at the two perfectly matched people standing there, the color in his eyes darkened for a moment before he walked over.
"Mr. Bailey, we have a meeting in half an hour. Winona might not be able to take care of your meal," he said as he approached, noticing the bandage on Zachary's hand. People who used to be brothers, they still understood each other's personalities quite well. "If you don't mind, I can ask the secretary to help you."
Zachary smiled, "Is that so? I thought I heard it was one hour. Did I mishear?"
This was a bit awkward.
Their eyes met, and both of them had a coldness in their eyes.
Zachary sat on Winona's chair, and seeing that Matthew was still standing there, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Does Mr. Watson want to join us?"
Anyone who could understand a little about facial expressions knew that he was trying to drive Matthew away, but Matthew seemed completely unaware. "Since Mr. Bailey is so polite, I'll gladly accompany you."
The secretary quickly and accurately brought chairs for Matthew and Winona, placing them across from Zachary.
Zachary glanced at him inexplicably, but said nothing.
Matthew was not polite either, picking up his knife and fork to cut the steak.
His movements were elegant, his back straight. Even in the bustling office area, it seemed as if he was in an elegant Western restaurant.
Zachary turned his head to look at the person closest to him. The person was first stunned by his gaze, then quickly reacted as if they had gained sudden enlightenment. They hurriedly offered the chair they were sitting on and placed it beside him.
Zachary looked up. "Sit, I'm hungry."
His voice was indifferent, but there was a clear threat in his gaze as he looked at Winona: "Dare to sit next to him and try."
Before Winona could speak, Matthew put down his knife and fork and handed the cut steak to Zachary. "Mr. Bailey's right hand is not working, but there shouldn't be any problem using the fork with his left hand, right? Or is it that he can't use either hand?"
His last words seemed to imply something, but it also seemed like he was only talking about hands.
Matthew: "Winona's design plans haven't been finalized yet. They will be needed for the meeting later. Or are you planning to let her go hungry to take care of your meal and then go hungry to the meeting?"
Zachary picked up the fork and leisurely forked a piece of steak into his mouth. "Anyway, I'm staying at her place now. Missing a couple of meals won't make a difference. Mr. Watson can stop me this time, but can you stop me from eating breakfast, lunch, dinner, and late-night snacks every day?"
These words sounded familiar, clearly the words Matthew used to provoke Zachary at the Watson family before.
Winona couldn't be bothered to look at these two childish men and directly took her own boxed meal to the rest area.
As soon as she left, the atmosphere at the dining table fell silent, and no one paid attention to each other anymore.
The meeting ended at eleven o'clock at night. Winona was so tired she couldn't hold back her yawns. Her eyes were forced to shed tears due to fatigue, and the corners of her eyes were red, making her look especially gentle and pitiful.
Matthew: "I'll drive you home."
"I drove here..." Just as she walked into the office, Winona saw Zachary still sitting in her chair.
He lazily leaned against the back of the chair, half-lowered his eyelids, and the light cast alternating shadows on him, creating a waiting scene.
Winona frowned. "Why are you still here?"
He had been waiting here for three hours while the meeting was going on?
Zachary seemed to have just woken up, his voice still carrying a hint of sleepiness. "My hand hurts. I can't drive."
As soon as she heard this, she knew it was an excuse, and a very perfunctory one at that.
Winona: "Then how did you get here?"
"Dylan drove."
She didn't say anything. She grabbed her bag from the office desk and was about to leave when Matthew's secretary called out to her, "Winona, can you please take Mr. Watson home as well? He came directly from the airport today and didn't drive. I've been working overtime every day recently, and my girlfriend left me. If I don't go after her soon, she'll run far away."
Zachary's gaze fell lightly on him. "...How much is your salary?"
Always working so hard to find women for the boss!
The secretary stuttered, "Ei...eight thousand."
Zachary fell silent. Dylan's salary was indeed higher.
Matthew's gaze remained fixed on Winona. She looked exhausted, with bloodshot eyes from staying up late, constantly yawning as she spoke. "No need, I have a video conference with someone overseas later. You should go home and rest. You don't have to come to the office for the next few days."
He reached out and affectionately touched her head as he used to in the past. "But it's best to find a designated driver instead of driving while fatigued."
Zachary stared at the hand that had touched Winona's head, his face cold and seemingly eager to chop off the man's paw. Talking is one thing, but touching is crossing the line.
Winona's car was parked on the street in front of the Watson Group's entrance.
She had just unlocked the car when Zachary took away the car keys from her. The man's rough fingertips brushed against her fingers and felt warm.
"What are you doing?"
"You're so exhausted, I'm afraid you might drive straight into the median strip and end up making headlines in tomorrow's society section."
"If that really happened, you could also choose to crash and kill yourself. Even if you made it to the headlines, you would be covered in a white sheet or blurred out. No one would recognize you, and you wouldn't lose face."
After she finished speaking, she turned directly to the passenger seat. Zachary stood still for two seconds before heading towards the driver's seat...
Not far away, Fiona didn't expect to bump into Zachary here while she was coming to have a meal with someone. Her face lit up with joy as she was about to walk towards him, but she saw him turn and get into a broken car worth tens of thousands of dollars.
That car definitely didn't belong to Zachary, but he entered the driver's seat with apparent delight and no trace of disgust.
Fiona and him were separated by a street, and even if she went over, she wouldn't catch up. Moreover, she vaguely saw a woman sitting in the passenger seat. She walked a little to the left and aligned herself with the front of the car.
The car window on the driver's side wasn't closed. Zachary had his back towards her, leaning closer to the passenger seat, completely blocking the woman's figure, with only a glimpse of her clothes and hair.
The two of them looked like they were... kissing.
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