Chapter 219: Their Wedding Night
At this moment, the man's tightly controlled rationality seemed to be forcibly tampered with, causing his hand to tremble and almost touch other places. "Winona..."
The woman, being called by her name, was now losing consciousness like a receding tide. Her gaze fell upon the man's thin lips, with only one thought remaining in her mind - to kiss him.
She furrowed her brows and murmured, "I feel uncomfortable, Matthew...I'm not feeling well."
Her memory was still lingering on Matthew lifting her up from the bed and softly whispering in her ear, "Winona, I am Matthew."
Zachary's actions froze for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. In an instant, all reason and restraint turned into a violent desire to destroy and possess, gradually forming a single thought: he would make her unable to say a word!
Winona felt herself being thrown high up in the air, the intense weightlessness causing her to instinctively clench her fingers before falling onto something soft.
Zachary stood by the French window, lowering his head to light a cigarette. The only thing in his ears were the uncontrollable sounds of the woman. The chilly spring night, coupled with the fact that the air-conditioning was not turned on in the room, forced him to break out into a sweat, making his wet shirt stick uncomfortably to his body.
Tonight seemed unusually long, with the sky outside still immersed in darkness, showing no signs of brightening.
The cigarette between his fingertips had burned down, and a spark landed on Zachary's finger, burning him. His empty mind snapped back, and he lowered his head to extinguish the cigarette butt in the ashtray, a wry and self-deprecating smile forming at the corner of his lips.
Matthew had mentioned that Winona had some aversion to this kind of thing. He knew that.
But when was it?
Probably on their wedding night...
Although the woman tried her best to restrain herself, the stiffness in her body and the tension in her expression couldn't deceive anyone. Her gaze towards him lacked the nervousness and shyness that should be there, only fear and resistance remained. However, perhaps she still remembered that they were already married, so she didn't refuse with words, but instead laid stiffly on the bed, like a corpse.
At this moment, all desire had disappeared. In order to avoid further embarrassment, he immediately got up and left on the pretense of an excuse.
But tonight was different from that night. He was afraid that as soon as he left, she would rush out to find another man. After all, Matthew was still next door.
Zachary was annoyed by the noise, but could only endure it. However, this feeling was truly uncomfortable. He felt like he was about to explode.
He lit another cigarette, and the commotion on the bed only grew louder and more intense.
The manager who went to buy clothes was as if he had died, and still hasn't returned. The bodyguards outside also didn't make any noise. The sky was still dark and the floor was tall with good soundproofing. Everything was isolated from the outside except for Winona's noises.
Zachary flicked off his fifth cigarette, his patience exhausted, and turned back to the bed.
Winona probably heard the sound and opened her eyes, her whites tinted with red.
The man looked down at her, "I'll give you a chance to refuse. If you say no now, I'll immediately turn around and leave without touching you."
Winona: "..."
How could she hear what he was saying!
Zachary waited for a few seconds, "So you agree then."
After saying that, he leaned down and kissed her...
But an hour later, Zachary got off the bed. He was still wearing the same sweaty clothes, slightly disheveled, but there was nothing improper about him.
He had a gloomy face as he went to the bathroom to run the water. When the water was hot, he came out and carried Winona.
The woman was in a state of drowsiness, but at least she was peaceful. Zachary gave her a simple bath and carefully dried her before putting her back on the bed and pulling the covers over her.
There were two light knocks on the door. Zachary walked over to open it.
The manager handed him the newly washed, dried, and ironed clothes, "Mr. Bailey's clothes are also bought."
Zachary reached out and took them, "What about the sly man from earlier?"
"He is in the next room." Although he wasn't there earlier, he had heard from the bodyguard when he returned.
"Okay."
Zachary took a shower, changed into a meticulously ironed shirt and trousers, and went to the next room with the manager.
The room was not lit, but it was already bright outside. The light coming in from outside illuminated the man's face with clear fear and panic, "Mr. Bailey."
With his status and identity, even if he acted discreetly, people in the circle couldn't possibly fail to recognize him.
Zachary sat on the sofa, and even though he carried himself with elegance and showed no visible signs of anger on his face, in the eyes of others, he looked like a devil, emitting an oppressive aura, "What were you doing standing all sneaky at the door of that room?"
The short and fat man who had been locked up all night was feeling quite aggrieved, "I booked the room next door. When I came up, I saw so many bodyguards there. I thought my wife brought people to catch me and got frightened. I was about to run away, but then I saw you, Mr. Bailey, coming out while carrying someone."
Zachary looked up, "You saw?"
Yes, he saw it.
Everyone around was wearing uniforms and standing straight, while you were wearing casual clothes and carrying a soaked woman in your arms. Unless someone was blind, who wouldn't see it?
But he remembered Winona's appearance at the time, her wet clothes clinging to her body, clearly outlining her curves, and immediately said firmly, "No, I was extremely frightened at the time, I only paid attention to the bodyguards."
The manager who went to make a phone call in the next room walked in.
As soon as the short, fat man saw him, his face changed instantly and he stood up and tried to rush out without considering anything else, but he was kicked back into place by the bodyguard and obediently stayed put.
"Mr. Bailey, the reservation information for the room next door was made by a woman."
The man raised his voice and pretended to be calm, "It was made by my mistress."
Zachary chuckled softly, "I had someone bring your mistress here to confront you face to face. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll forgive you."
"..."
Anyone could see that his mood at the moment was extremely gloomy and violent. The phrase "in a good mood" seemed more like something he was saying to himself.
The man knew how to read facial expressions and knew that all of his tricks and attempts to be evasive would not work in front of Zachary. If this man really wanted to kill him, there were thousands of ways he could do so without legal consequences, and he wouldn't even have to get his hands dirty.
He quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "Mr. Bailey, it wasn't me. Someone gave me money and asked me to go to that room. They said there was a clean virgin inside, a new princess at the club."
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