Chapter 36 I'll Give You Money
As night fell, Winona took a taxi to Regal Oaks. Originally, she wanted to talk to Zachary directly on the phone, but she didn't know if he didn't hear it or if it was intentional, as he never answered the call.
She was unsure if Zachary would return here, considering that he rarely came back these past few years. But after three years of marriage, she had never truly integrated into his social circle. If she wanted to find him, she could only wait here; there was no other way.
After getting out of the car, Winona hesitated for a moment as she looked at the villa engulfed in darkness before finally entering.
She used her fingerprint to unlock the door and reached out to find the switch on the wall. Bright lights illuminated every corner of the living room, including the figure of Zachary reclining on the sofa, his head resting on it.
With a furrowed brow, Zachary raised his hand to shield his eyes and commanded in a harsh tone, "Turn off the lights."
Winona didn't expect him to be here. Fiona had suffered so much today, and she thought he would stay there to console her, prepared to wait the whole night if necessary.
But since he was home, why not turn on the lights?
She turned off the lights in the living room, leaving only the one in the entrance hall, and then sat down on the sofa facing Zachary, proceeding straight to the point, "Zachary, why did you come after me? Don't involve unrelated people."
She just wanted to quickly resolve everything and get Rebecca out. Zachary must have a clear understanding of her purpose for coming here.
Zachary put his hand down. The pain in his stomach left him with no energy to talk. Already in a bad mood, his temper flared even more now. "Is a plea or a provocation?"
Winona was momentarily at a loss for words. It wasn't a plea, nor was it a provocation. She was having a serious negotiation with him!
Without waiting for her response, Zachary continued, "Last time, you were at the couple's restaurant with an unrelated man, and now you're actively coming to find me for another unrelated person. Winona, should I call you saintly or hypocrite?"
His lips curved into a slightly cold, and mocking smile.
Winona's first instinct was to retort, but considering that Rebecca was still locked up in the police station, she suppressed the rising anger and let him say whatever he wanted. She just wanted results.
"Speak up. What do you want in order to let Rebecca go?"
Zachary knew she would come to find him. If he was truly determined to send Rebecca to jail, he wouldn't be here tonight, nor would he have given her the opportunity to speak to him.
Playing a cruel game of cat and mouse, he handled it quite well.
Zachary glanced down at the disposable shoe cover on Winona's feet and sneered, "You haven't even divorced yet, yet you already see yourself as a guest? Will you not even enter the door next time?"
Winona didn't want to argue with him over these trivial matters. From moving in to moving out, a total of two years and nine months, when had he ever cared about whether she would change shoes or put on shoe covers?
Bringing it up now was obviously just to vent on Fiona, intentionally avoiding releasing Rebecca.
She took a deep breath and spoke calmly, "I don't want to discuss these irrelevant matters with you. From the moment I moved in until I move out, you've never cared about whether I change shoes or put on shoe covers. Bringing this up now is just a way to take out your frustrations on Fiona and avoid letting Rebecca go."
Her voice grew firm, and she continued, "I'm willing to do anything. Just tell me, what do you want?"
Took a deep breath, "Zachary, what exactly do you want to talk about?"
"Not eaten all day, stomachache, don't feel like talking." Zachary closed his eyes, behaving as if he was sending her away.
Winona's temples throbbed with anger. She pursed her lips tightly and said, "So, if your stomach doesn't hurt, then you'll be willing to talk?"
Zachary's voice was indifferent, "Probably."
Winona knew he was just trying to brush her off. Probably? Who knows what excuse he would come up with later to make things difficult for her? But for now, she can only bet that he would be willing to talk after he had eaten his fill, there is no other way.
Winona suppressed her anger and went to the kitchen.
She opened the refrigerator and besides a few bottles of water, there was only a bag of noodles and a few eggs. She bought them a while ago when she was still at home, quite some time ago.
The noodles were fresh with an expiration date. She picked up the package and saw that it was expiring today.
The local supermarkets around this area were all closed at this hour. The ones that were a bit further away would take half an hour by car to get to. Winona was too lazy to go out, so she planned to make do with these noodles that were about to expire.
But as soon as she cracked the eggs into the bowl, she heard a cold voice from the kitchen entrance, "I don't want noodles."
"Only noodles," Winona didn't even turn her head, "the supermarkets outside are all closed."
Zachary said naturally, "Then go to a different supermarket. It's impossible for all the supermarkets in New York to be closed, right?"
Hearing this, Winona couldn't help it anymore. She threw the chopsticks into the sink, turned her head, and glared at him impatiently, "If you want to eat, then eat. If you don't, then forget it!"
Before, as long as Zachary came back, no matter how late it was, she would find different ways to make him a meal. But those dishes either ended up in the trash or were given to the drivers and bodyguards.
Now Winona could cook him noodles, it was all good-heartedness. Why was he being so picky?
Zachary looked at her with a deep gaze, "Don't want to save Rebecca anymore?"
Winona cursed in her heart and finally asked him helplessly, "Then what do you want to eat?"
Zachary listed a few dishes, "Grilled steak, Baked potatoes, Chili, Caesar Salad, Beef Stew."
These were all dishes she had made before, he only glanced at them back then and only remembered these few.
Winona frowned. Zachary really wasn't afraid of troubling her to cook. But if she refused, this person would definitely use Rebecca as a threat again. Her gaze shifted and she found a legitimate excuse, "It's very late now, and since your stomach still hurts, it's not suitable to eat greasy food."
Zachary's gaze towards her flickered slightly. His voice became low and suddenly became very accommodating as he asked her, "So what is suitable?"
Winona said, "Oatmeal."
Zachary let out a low laugh, and his facial features softened. At this moment, he gave off the aura of a gentle and elegant gentleman.
Does this mean he agreed?
Winona let out a sigh of relief, but the man suddenly had a gloomy expression on his face and hummed
"Is this your attitude while asking for help?"
Fine, this jerk never changes his behavior!
On the way to the supermarket, Zachary drove while enduring stomach pain. The woman in the passenger seat, with an angry expression, had been looking out the window since she got in the car, ignoring him completely.
When they arrived at the supermarket, Winona pushed the cart directly to the fresh item's section. She had occasionally come here before to buy things, so she was somewhat familiar with it.
She walked briskly, and the wheels of the cart made a sound as they rolled on the ground.
Zachary, on the other hand, casually walked behind her with his hands in his pockets, his words came slowly but with a mocking tone, "So eager to cook for me?"
Winona looked back and gave him a cold glance, "Don't get any ideas."
At this time, there weren't many fresh vegetables left in the supermarket, and there were only a few prawns, lying motionless in the murky water, seemingly lifeless.
She used a net to fish them out, not bothering to take a closer look, and stuffed them all into the bag. Zachary wrinkled his brow in disgust, "Have you always been this negligent when buying groceries? Didn't you see that these prawns are dead? Is it because I haven't given you money, or are you intentionally trying to retaliate against me?"
Winona turned her head to look at him, confidently retorting, "If you dare to touch Rebecca, what's the big deal with dead prawns? I can even add medicine to them."
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