Chapter 258 How Much For A Night
Winona rose to her feet, and Matthew followed suit, saying, "Allow me to accompany you."
"Don't bother, Matthew. You can go back to drink with them. I will head downstairs on my own. There's no need for you to accompany me."
The question Rex just asked Matthew clearly placed her in the category of Matthew's family members. Although she knew she might be overthinking, it was still better to avoid suspicion.
When a romantic relationship was deemed unfeasible, clarity was essential.
One should avoid mere verbal rejections while engaging in actions that created confusion, potentially leading the other party to entertain false hopes that additional effort might secure a successful pursuit.
Emotions could, at times, be a product of self-reinforcement. Due to one's lack of decisiveness, inadvertent signals may mislead the other party, causing them to become trapped in a cycle of self-reinforcement, further deepening their emotional investment.
Fishing was all about balance. Overfeed the bait, and fish wouldn't bite; underfeed, and they'd lose interest. Bait preparation was key. You fed them just enough to keep them hungry, and teased them with the scent. That's how you kept fish on the hook.
This notion swirled in Winona's mind, prompting her to reflect with a sense of poignancy on how thoroughly she had embraced the theoretical teachings of the passionate queen.
It was unfortunate that her first foray into romance remained unfulfilled, leaving her wounded.
Matthew saw her firm attitude, and she was only slightly tipsy. Since surveillance cameras were everywhere, basic safety could be ensured. He respected her decision and retreated to his position as a superior.
"Alright, let's open the video call. We'll hang up when you get back to your room."
He self-deprecatingly curled his lips.
He wasn't a gentleman. When facing a woman he liked, he also had masculine instincts.
He retreated because he had to. He knew Winona didn't want others to misunderstand, nor did she want to leave him with the wrong idea.
Winona was about to refuse, but Matthew interrupted her firmly, "I don't mean anything else. I won't speak. I want to watch you safely return to your room. If that's not possible, then I'll have to escort you downstairs personally."
"Thank you."
If Winona refused again, it would hurt Matthew. Moreover, Knowing that someone cared about her safety moved her.
Zachary, not far off, observed this scene unfold before him. While he was unaware of Matthew and Winona's exact exchange, he could discern their intentions from their subsequent actions.
He commented, "Women are really foolish."
The woman, resigned to the fact that she had no chance, felt a sense of perplexity as she turned away, preparing to depart. She thought, 'If you disagree, you shouldn't curse me.'
Zachary finished his drink. "This approach is no different from drinking hot water when you're sick. Video calls are useless and can't guarantee Winona's safety at all."
The woman asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Besides the superficial efforts, it's completely ineffective. Even if this moves Winona, she's truly a foolish woman," Zachary muttered to himself.
The woman attempted to interject, diligently parsing the underlying implications of Zachary's words, interpreting them as a caution against a woman being too easily deceived by men.
She remarked, "Such women might also be perceived as rather inexpensive."
Zachary narrowed his eyes, looking coldly at her. "What did you say?"
Although he was asking her, the meaning in Zachary's eyes was clear. "If you dare to repeat what you just said, I'll kill you."
"I said you and that girl are a perfect match, definitely able to live happily ever after."
Both trapped by the whims of love, indeed a perfect match.
She quickly left after speaking.
Although Zachary called Winona foolish, he followed her after she left the bar.
With long legs and a quick pace, he caught up with Winona in a few steps.
He glanced at the phone in Winona's hand, still making a video call. He snorted and turned away.
The sound was quite loud. Not only did Winona hear it, but even Matthew on the other end of the call did, too.
Both elevators were on the ground floor. It would take Matthew some time to come up. Neither of them spoke, and even Matthew on the phone remained silent, creating a tense atmosphere.
As they waited, another person came out of the bar, a single man who was quite drunk.
His eyes lit up as soon as they fell on Winona who was much prettier than the women who had come out earlier.
His eyes darted between her and Zachary. Their lack of intimacy suggested they were strangers. A surge of excitement raced through his heart.
Winona appeared alone at the bar at that particular moment, leading him to speculate that she might not be a woman of high moral standards. Observing her modest attire, he presumed she was seeking a wealthy gentleman.
While not in the realm of the exceedingly wealthy heirs, he possessed a modest sum that, given the financial status of the woman before him, would be sufficient to support her for a year.
So, as soon as the elevator door opened, he got close to Winona and said, "Miss, how much money would it take for you to accompany me for a night."
He lecherously reached out to touch Winona's waist, However, before his hand could make contact, the seemingly harmless woman turned and gave him a resounding slap!
The woman's slap landed forcefully on his face, making him feel like his soul was being shattered!
She was no harmless girl, but rather a man-eating Venus flytrap.
Before the man could recover from the force of the slap, a leg came swiftly from the side. He only saw a black shadow.
His waist was heavily kicked, and he flew out with the momentum, crashing into the elevator wall, causing the entire elevator to shake violently.
"My waist hurts!"
He clutched the area where he was kicked, screaming in pain, writhing like a fish on a chopping board.
Zachary approached, his handsome features lit up as he looked at the man on the ground. His shirt, unbuttoned at the top, casually revealed his muscular chest.
His exuberant aura was constrained by the shirt, appearing strong yet restrained. Because of the partially open collar, his entire body exuded an indescribable sexiness.
He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the man's lower abdomen.
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