Chapter 358 Something's Going to Happen Tonight
I sent letters for a whole month and didn't even get a single reply.
Back then, Matthew wasn't into her, so he probably just trashed them.
Zachary's back went ramrod straight, his body stiff with anger.
But Winona just asked casually, not giving a damn about the answer, and didn't notice Zachary's unease, let alone the epic internal battle he was having about whether to spill the beans or not.
Sure, using some tricks to chase a girl was one thing, but he had already lied to her about the watch. He could kinda justify that one, but the love letters...
Before he could wrap his head around it, Winona grabbed the pile of cards and shoved them at Zachary, "Alright, stash these away, quick."
They were chilling by the window on the first floor, and the stack of cards was way too obvious. Winona noticed a few people giving them curious looks.
She didn't want to get jumped and tossed into a sack as soon as she left the restaurant.
"We're not even officially hitched yet. What if I fall for some other dude someday?"
She said it just to mess with him. They said once a woman had been with an amazing guy, her standards went up. Even though Zachary wasn't perfect, he was definitely a looker. His only downside might be his lousy bedroom skills and lack of gentleness, but that could be fixed with practice.
"Ahem."
Winona coughed lightly, thinking way too far ahead.
But she still felt it would be tough to find someone who could wow her as much in the future.
Zachary was sure, "You won't get the chance to like anyone else."
"Why?"
"Because it would make me super upset."
Winona's moment of being touched was ruined by Zachary's next line, "When I'm upset, I can't control myself and might cling to you like before."
"You're forcing me."
"No, you can refuse to marry me, but you can't marry anyone else either."
Winona was speechless.
Not marrying him meant being single for life. What kind of twisted logic was this?
The waiter came in to serve the food. Winona looked at the pricey bottle of wine and asked without much hope, "Can we return this wine?"
"Sorry, ma'am, it's already been ordered and can't be returned."
Zachary grinned and grabbed her hand, "Don't sweat it. I bust my ass every day to make money for you to spend."
She instantly stopped worrying and even thought about getting a few more bottles, "Did Dylan sign you up for some charm school?"
What he said now sounded super comforting.
Winona didn't like drinking and couldn't appreciate wine, but as soon as the $100,000 wine hit her throat, she instantly felt its rich and lingering aroma.
The advertised rich fragrance, delicate smoothness, and lingering wine aroma, she tasted it all.
That was the taste of money.
Zachary said, "No, but after chasing you for so long and failing so many times, you kinda figure out what works if you put your heart into it."
He hinted, "So those dudes who are real smooth with the ladies? They've been around the block a few times. You really think they're all innocent or just haven't found 'the one'? Nah, that's just BS to fool naive girls like you. Who knows how many women they've been with on the down-low?"
Especially someone like Frank, who was fifty and still single. Gotta be some women in his orbit, right?
This didn't sit well.
Winona frowned, "Why do I feel like you're throwing shade at someone specific?"
"No," Zachary looked totally chill, "Just a random thought that popped into my head."
She shot him a suspicious look, but Zachary's face was a perfect poker face.
After dinner, the waiter brought over a bouquet of flowers. "These are from our boss, wishing you both a lovely evening."
Winona thanked him, using the flowers to cover her mouth, and whispered to Zachary, "Look, each flower has 'sucker' written all over it."
She was nearly five feet tall, definitely not tiny, but next to Zachary, she seemed delicate and dependent.
The man glanced down and saw the pink card attached to the bouquet's wrapping paper.
The card had a handwritten line: Love follows the heart, and feelings arise spontaneously.
The familiar handwriting made Zachary frown deeply. He asked the waiter in a low voice, "Where's your boss?"
The waiter turned and pointed to the cashier, but there were only two staff members there, "He was just here, maybe he left. The boss doesn't come around much."
Winona noticed his weird expression, "What's up? You know him?"
"No," Zachary's face went back to normal, "Just wanted to thank him in person for the flowers."
Yeah, right. You didn't look like you were gonna thank anyone just now, more like you were ready to throw down.
Winona handed him the flowers and went to the restroom. When she came out, the bouquet was gone.
"Where are my flowers?"
"A little girl was crying and wanted the flowers, so I gave them to her. I'll get you another bouquet later. The wrapping on that one was pretty ugly anyway."
Tonight, most of that $100,000 wine ended up in her stomach. Back at Regal Oaks, the booze hit her hard, and Winona felt too weak to move.
Zachary just scooped her up out of the car and laid her on the bed in the room.
The lights were off, with only the moonlight streaming through the window. After placing her on the bed, the man didn't immediately pull away but leaned over, looking down at her.
The moonlight, the alcohol, those heartfelt words, the lingering gaze, and the gradually intense heartbeat all screamed one thing to Winona: something was gonna go down tonight.
This time was different from the last. Even though she had been drinking, she was more sober than before and could control her actions.
But as this thought crossed her mind, she realized she wasn't as turned off by the idea as she had imagined.
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