Chapter 335 Her First Love
Winona never listened. She snuck out and even shut the door behind her.
Seeing that drawer full of condoms in the master bedroom, she decided she wasn't dealing with this today, especially with Zachary's terrible lovemaking.
Thinking about it now, all she felt was pain.
Watching Winona bolt like a rabbit, Zachary's face darkened.
Austin nodded toward the door. "Didn't she make it clear? She doesn't want to move back to the master bedroom."
Zachary glared at him. "If you're jealous, just say it. Winona's my girlfriend now. You think handcuffs can keep us apart?"
Austin smirked. "Yeah, I'm a bit jealous. So for my mental and physical health, you'll have to sleep here tonight."
Zachary stayed stone-faced. "No way."
He pulled out his phone to call Dylan for a locksmith.
"Want to hear about Winona's high school days?" Austin teased. "She even had a boyfriend, probably her first love."
Zachary paused. "Talk."
Winona got out of the shower and saw her phone buzzing on the nightstand.
It was Eva calling.
Winona ignored it and hung up.
Eva had called over ten times in the ten minutes Winona was in the shower.
Just as she was about to put her phone down, it rang again. Eva.
If she didn't answer, Eva would keep calling.
The buzz around Eva's rescue hadn't died down. Reporters still visited her ward. Whether she paid them was unclear.
Winona thought for a moment and answered, "Hello."
Eva's pitiful voice came through, "Winona, I'm hungry."
Winona rolled her eyes. "Zachary's not here. Talk normally."
The voice stopped.
She got a WhatsApp message from the caregiver: [Miss Sullivan, there are a lot of reporters in the room wanting to interview Miss Turner.]
Winona had hired two caregivers for Eva, a man and a woman, to stay with her 24/7. They were paid 20% above market rate, with the only condition being they tell anyone visiting Eva that they were hired by her.
Eva sounded upset, "You haven't come all day. I'm scared to drink much water, worried the caregivers will get annoyed if I go to the bathroom too often."
Winona was about to respond when urgent knocking interrupted her.
She opened the door.
The bodyguard Zachary assigned to Austin was there. "Mrs. Bailey, you need to come downstairs. Mr. Bailey and that gentleman are fighting."
Given Austin's condition, fighting Zachary would be a one-sided beatdown. He probably couldn't take a single punch.
Winona forgot about Eva and rushed downstairs. "Why are they fighting?"
"I don't know. Mr. Bailey told me to stand guard outside. When I heard the commotion and went in, they were already fighting."
Downstairs.
Austin's room door was wide open. As Winona approached, she heard heavy thuds and painful groans.
The sounds were muffled, but she could guess what was happening.
She walked in to see both men on the floor. Austin's chest bandage, just changed, was already showing blood.
She hurried over. "Zachary, why are you hitting him?"
Zachary glanced at her. "You didn't see anything, and you're already sure it was me?"
His face was cold and stern, but Winona felt he looked like a wronged dog. Still, she refused to show any sympathy.
She looked at Austin, unsure. "He's in this state, and he can still hit you?"
Zachary sneered, not explaining, clearly very angry. "You had a first love in high school?"
"What first love?"
Zachary tried to stand but could only get halfway up because his wrist was still cuffed to Austin's. He kicked Austin's leg. "This guy said so."
Winona looked at Austin. "When did I have a first love?"
"Made it up," Austin admitted, kicking Zachary back.
"Are you crazy?"
Zachary reached out to grab Austin, his other hand forming a fist, but Austin wasn't wearing a shirt, so he grabbed at nothing.
However, the punch landed squarely on Austin's face.
It wasn't hard, just enough to redden his skin a bit.
But fighting wasn't about how hard one hit; it's about pride.
Austin rolled over and started wrestling with Zachary. "I protected her like a treasure in high school, never letting her suffer. She married you, and you broke her heart. Now you can't even handle a little jealousy?"
Winona's phone buzzed with messages from the caregiver: [Miss Sullivan, Miss Turner is crying non-stop. Her eyes are like faucets, and the bed is getting soaked.]
[She's speaking in A City dialect to the reporters, and I can't understand a word.]
[Oh dear, Miss Sullivan, you better come over. It feels like something bad is going to happen.]
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