Chapter 33 Are You Still Thinking About Him?
"It seems like you haven't learned your lesson and dare to talk back."
He called this a lesson?
Winona angrily got up from the sofa. "Yes, I can still talk back. Some people can't get hard no matter where they are!"
With three years of understanding Zachary, she knew he wouldn't do anything to her, otherwise, she wouldn't have had to endure being a widow for three years!
She had tried every means possible to preserve this marriage, provocation or seduction, but in the end, all she received was the man's disdainful sneer.
Zachary must have been intoxicated just now, hence... now he's back to his cold attitude, he must be sober.
"If you want to leave, then go! I won't see you off!"
Leaving these words behind, Winona turned and went upstairs to the guest room. After some tossing and turning, most of her intoxication dissipated. She forced herself to take a shower and when she came out, she heard the sound of a car leaving downstairs.
She knew where Zachary was going. When he pressed her down just now, she felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket more than once.
Winona drew back the curtains and looked at the rainwater streaming down the glass window. Everything was enveloped in a hazy mist.
True love, indeed. Even such heavy rain couldn't stop him from seeing his beloved.
Fiona was staying in a hotel arranged by the dance troupe. When Zachary arrived, Emily was waiting for him in the lobby.
"Mr. Bailey..."
Zachary nodded and stepped straight into the elevator. "What's going on?"
Emily looked troubled, but only shook her head. "During this period, she's been recovering from her injury, and I've been busy dealing with follow-up business. I don't know the specifics. You should ask Fiona."
When he reached the door of room 1709, Zachary knocked and after a while, the door cracked open slightly from the inside...
Fiona cautiously looked at the person outside, recognized it was Zachary, and pursed her lips before throwing herself into his arms!
She was wearing the hotel bathrobe, her hair disheveled, her face pale without any color, and her eyes red. It was obvious that she had just been crying.
On a woman's body...
There was no messy scent of perfume, only a faint fragrance of shower gel.
Zachary frowned and held her shoulders, supporting her to stand steady. "Fiona, don't be like this."
Fiona didn't expect him to push her away like this. She looked up in surprise, tears still welling up in her eyes, looking pitiful.
"You never used to push me away."
"I'm already married." Zachary didn't explain much, but Fiona understood.
"It is just a contractual marriage, and besides, you're getting a divorce..." Fiona's emotions were starting to collapse. After a few days of fear and anxiety due to his deliberate estrangement, tears uncontrollably rolled down her cheeks.
Zachary didn't want to say much and brought the conversation back to the topic. "What's going on exactly?"
Seeing that he was just standing outside the room without any intention of coming in, Fiona chuckled in self-derision. "You want me to say it here to avoid suspicion, don't you?"
Zachary furrowed his brows and finally entered the room. Emily, who was still standing outside the door, took a step back to leave them some space to talk alone.
Men are creatures who think with their lower parts. With Fiona being so beautiful and their past history of being in a relationship, how could they restrain their emotions when alone in a room together?
And once they have a physical relationship, what does that have to do with the so-called Mrs. Bailey? Fiona wouldn't have to be afraid anymore!
However, before she could take a step and leave, Zachary's voice came through. "You don't have to go. As her manager, you need to handle this."
Fiona had been waiting for a chance to be alone with Zachary in a room, but he was so resolute.
"Zachary, Emily has been busy handling my business lately, and she rushed over as soon as she heard that I was in trouble. Why not let her..." Fiona didn't have the chance to finish her sentence before Zachary interrupted her. His face and tone were slightly cold. "You're under her management. If something bad happens to her abilities, then I will consider getting you a new manager."
"You..." Tears silently fell from Fiona's eyes, and a smile uglier than crying appeared on her lips. "Since that's the case, why did you come here? Just leave. I don't need your help. I'll handle it myself. If I die, it's my own fault..."
Emily quickly pulled her arm. "What nonsense are you talking about? Mr. Bailey came all the way here. How could he not care about you? Are you afraid of getting photographed by reporters at the door and causing idle gossip, making things difficult for Mr. Bailey? Why can't you have a proper conversation? Why do you have to be so stubborn?!"
She gave Fiona a meaningful look, clearly indicating that times have changed, and this kind of behavior would only push people further away without any benefits.
Fiona bit her lip until it turned pale, no longer speaking, silently accepting it.
After a few seconds of silence, Emily also entered the room. She turned to close the door but as soon as her hand touched the doorknob, the man keenly noticed something and his gaze turned cold.
He said, "Leave the door open."
Emily quickly withdrew her hand. "...Alright."
Fiona, however, sneered, sounding mocking.
Taking a glance at the room's layout, Zachary noticed that all the curtains were drawn, without a single ray of light permeating through.
"What's the situation?" he asked.
When Fiona called him, she was crying uncontrollably, her voice trembling.
Fiona didn't answer, not even flinching despite Emily's urging gaze.
In the past, Zachary would have softened his tone and comforted her, but now... he could only furrow his brows impatiently and inquire.
Seeing that the two of them were about to escalate their argument again, Emily quickly spoke up, "Fiona said that someone has been following her during this period. Sometimes they even knock on her door, and she's heard footsteps late at night... There was a crazy fan who used to pursue Fiona, and he didn't seem mentally stable. After being rejected, he held a grudge and often lurked at her performances. Sometimes, he even went backstage to harass her. That's why Fiona is so afraid now."
"I will have someone investigate this matter," Zachary said.
There was a faint commotion outside. Being near the door, he took a few steps and pushed it open, stepping out to face the person in the corridor who was holding a camera and taking pictures!
The person was taken aback and turned to run, but Zachary managed to stop him after a few steps. A shriek that resembled a pig being slaughtered echoed, and the camera in the person's hand fell to the ground!
Zachary held the man's arm behind his back and pressed him down onto the ground with one knee. "Have you been following Fiona during this period?"
The man's face turned pale from the pain, and sweat formed on his forehead. "I was just... taking photos. I had no intention of harming her."
"A journalist?" Zachary questioned.
As a dancer, Fiona was considered a public figure, and being hounded by paparazzi was not uncommon.
"It's probably not that simple," Emily examined the photos in the camera. "They are all pictures of you and Fiona together, Mr. Bailey. If he's a journalist, he wouldn't only take these photos, and he doesn't have a press pass."
Zachary lifted the man's arm slightly, causing him to let out another pitiful scream. In his struggle, a stack of business cards fell out of his pocket.
The title on them read; Marriage Detective.
Raising an eyebrow, Zachary picked up one of the cards with his free hand and examined it closely. "Who sent you?"
Slow and composed, without a hint of urgency, he slowly lifted the man's arm. The man, however, was tortured by his deliberate movements and was on the verge of collapsing. Gasping for air, he moaned in pain, "It was Mrs. Bailey. She asked me to gather evidence of your affair, hoping to secure a larger portion of the assets in the divorce proceedings..."
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