Chapter 255 The Password Was Her Birthday
Winona replied, "No."
She wouldn't waste time with him on such boring matters.
Zachary remarked, "Then come with me to eat now."
Winona remained silent.
Out of habit, Winona reached for her phone. She wanted to call Matthew first to let him know she was safe, but she couldn't find her phone.
It was in her bag, which Matthew had grabbed along with her when he pulled her. As she broke free, she handed her bag to him.
At this moment, Matthew was searching all over for Winona, with Dylan following closely behind.
"Mr. Watson, Mr. Bailey just messaged me. Mrs. Bailey was a bit startled, so he took her back to the hotel first."
Matthew stopped in his tracks and turned to Dylan. "Did Zachary have her taken away?"
Dylan replied, "Impossible. Mr. Bailey happened to see it and followed them. If Mr. Bailey really knew someone who could elicit such a reaction from Mrs. Bailey, he would have brought them to her immediately. He wouldn't need to follow behind her, and most importantly, he wouldn't get Mrs. Bailey's praise."
"He and Winona are already divorced. Stop calling Winona Mrs. Bailey. A girl's reputation is important, and it's easy for people to say bad things if they hear it."
After saying this coldly, Matthew hailed a cab on the street.
Dylan rubbed his nose. His job was really tough!
Meanwhile, Zachary pointed to the minute hand on his watch. "It's been ten minutes. You have to accept the consequences of losing the bet. Let's go, we're going to eat."
Winona looked at him seriously, raised the hand he was holding, and said, "You're forcing me."
"At least I saved you just now. You should have dinner with me."
"I wasn't in any danger just now, so you didn't save me."
"There are few people here, and it's dark. You weren't in danger because I arrived quickly. If I had been a little late, you would probably have been kidnapped. You wouldn't have had the chance to stand here and talk to me."
Winona remained silent.
Winona had thought that, given Zachary's habits, he would surely choose a high-end restaurant. Still, to her surprise, he was taking her to food trucks on the roadside—buffalo Wings, Cheeseburgers, Nachos, Corn Dogs, and Pulled Pork Sandwiches.
The street was brimming with popular snacks, yet Zachary, feeling they were unfit for his noble status, had never indulged in them. Winona had been walking all day, and her legs were sore.
After accompanying Zachary for about twenty minutes like a fashion show, she finally couldn't hold back her anger.
"What do you want to eat? There are so many types of food here for you to choose from. Almost all the food trucks ahead offer similar foods. Just pick any crowded one and buy some snacks."
They didn't buy any food. Their pace was fast as if they were looking for a fight, completely unlike the food enthusiasts around them.
Zachary looked at the food trucks in front of him.
The salty taste of Pulled Pork lingered in the air, mixed with various pungent smells, and the trash cans were filled with used utensils. In such an environment, Zachary had no appetite for food.
But Winona seemed to love these things. Just now, Matthew bought her snacks all the way, and Winona was like Baba Yaga, a greedy monster.
Thinking of this, he pursed his lips unhappily. "What do you want to eat?"
Winona shook her head, nearly satiated. After dining with her colleagues and Matthew's continuous snack offerings, she couldn't possibly eat any more.
Zachary endured but couldn't help saying, "Is it because I bought it that you won't eat, but you will if Matthew buys it?"
It turned out that Zachary was feeling jealous.
Winona smiled slightly at him, "Since you want to eat, give me your phone, and I'll buy it for you."
Zachary felt a bit uneasy but still handed over his phone.
Winona asked, "Payment password."
"It's the same as before, unchanged."
Winona fell silent for a moment, her fingers holding the phone curled slightly, before saying, "Okay."
Zachary's payment password was her birthday. She had discovered it when they went shopping once, as he couldn't use facial recognition with a mask and sunglasses on.
At the time, she asked him about it, and he said it was randomly set, not knowing it was her birthday.
The moment of confusion caused by the password was brief for Winona. She quickly regained her composure, thinking he was probably just too lazy to change it, as it was rare for people to enter passwords manually these days.
"Hello, one order of Nacho and a Corn Dogs, not too spicy."
Zachary watched Winona carefully selecting cheap food, completely unlike a wealthy lady.
After the food was prepared, she took the food box handed to her by the vendor and gave some to Zachary after trying each item. "Please, have some."
Zachary didn't want to eat this junk food at all, but thinking of his excuse, he reluctantly took a bite.
Unpleasant flavors assaulted his palate, heightened by his observation of the vendor's lack of hygiene during food preparation.
Winona widened her eyes slightly, feeling a bit wrong. "Because I bought it, you won't eat?"
Zachary replied, "No."
After finishing the Nachos and Corn Dogs, Winona immediately handed him a Pulled Pork Sandwich. Unlike the previous experience, this time, he didn't say anything and just ate it. Before he could even discard the bag, a third snack was handed to him.
Zachary remained silent.
Winona proceeded to purchase food along the way. Whenever Zachary declined, she gazed at him with a "pout," asking, "You should enjoy the things I buy."
Observing him eating all along, Winona anticipated him getting full. This way, he would think twice before casually criticizing him next time.
After finishing a Cheeseburger, Zachary stopped Winona, who was about to buy more. She said, "Alright, I understand. If you can't eat anymore, you can tell me."
He frowned, his face turning a bit pale.
Winona handed him back his phone. "You probably thought I was making excuses, so I'll let you experience it yourself. Actions speak louder than words."
Finally, Zachary left the avenue with her, heading towards the hotel.
Zachary felt uncomfortably bloated as if he had ingested a stomach full of grease, causing a nauseating sensation to build within him.
He clenched his lips, straining for control. But reaching a trash bin, he hit his limit. He rushed over, bent down, and purged his recent meal.
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