Chapter 380 The Crime Scene
The next day was the weekend.
Winona woke up naturally, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she felt something was off. She was being held, her back pressed tightly against a warm body, and Zachary's arm was draped over her waist.
Although her body had woken up, her mind had not, so she didn't react immediately. She stared blankly out the window for a while until she felt something pressing against her lower back, which jolted her fully awake.
"Zachary, when did you get into bed?"
"This morning," Zachary's voice was husky with sleep, unintentionally seductive, and his breath fell on her neck as he spoke. "The couch was too small, and I fell off."
Winona remained silent.
That couch was just right for her to sleep on, but it was indeed a bit small for Zachary. She had sent him there out of anger because he had lied to her. After a night and his explanation, her anger had long dissipated. Hearing that he had fallen off, she was worried about his injury.
Zachary didn't dare to pretend anymore and spoke the truth, "It hurts a bit. Can you help me check my wound? Otherwise, if I don't describe it well enough later, you'll think I'm lying to you again."
"Get lost!" Winona glared at him, yanked off the covers, and got out of bed.
Winona's sun-kissed skin glowed warmly in the sunlight. The light in Zachary's eyes grew increasingly intense, and his Adam's apple bobbed a few times. "Winona."
Winona went into the walk-in closet and even closed the door behind her.
After freshening up, she went downstairs for breakfast. Sarah brought the breakfast over, all of Winona's favorites. "Where are Dad and Mom?"
"Mr. Evander Bailey took Mrs. Bailey out to relax. Mrs. Bailey was so scared yesterday that she had nightmares all night. They probably won't be back for a couple of days. Mrs. Bailey also said that Mr. Zachary Bailey will be taken care of by you for the next few days."
"Zachary is awake, Sarah. Could you please take his breakfast up to him?"
Winona sipped her porridge while video-calling Rebecca, wondering how her hand injury was. She had planned to go shopping with her last night to ask about it, but now she didn't dare to invite her out again, fearing something dangerous might happen. She could only express her concern over the phone.
Rebecca answered quickly, looking weak and listless. "What's up, Winona?"
Judging by the background, she was in a car, in the passenger seat.
"Why do you look so tired in the morning? Does your hand still hurt?"
Rebecca adjusted the camera to show the outside of the car. "I'm being taken to identify the crime scene. How could I be happy?"
"Huh?" Winona didn't understand but heard Anthony's voice. "Crime scene?"
"Isn't it?" Meeting Anthony's piercing gaze, Rebecca instantly deflated, swallowing hard and said with resignation, "My crime scene."
She figured Anthony's spotless record of never losing a case wasn't just 'cause he knew his stuff, but also 'cause his stare was so intense it made folks feel guilty, leaving 'em no room to argue.
Rebecca messed up her hair, not giving a damn about how she looked. "Mr. Lewis, I've already said sorry. Why you gotta keep bringing this up?"
Winona, nosy as ever, perked up. She thought maybe Rebecca had some dirt on her that Anthony was using to blackmail her, but then she heard Rebecca go on, "I get it, okay? You're into girls. You only had to say it once. I swear, I won't spread any more rumors or try to set you up with anyone. Why drag me to the scene? You wanna reenact it for me?"
She felt totally hopeless.
A tragic case caused by a piece of BL literature.
What a mess.
Winona quietly ended the video call.
Anthony said, "I'm sorry, I'm a lawyer. I tend to be thorough. If I don't explain things clearly, I'm always worried there'll be trouble later. Please bear with me, Miss Davis."
Rebecca said to herself inwardly, 'I won't put up with you forever. The only person who would is your mom.'
She decided to play mute in front of Anthony from now on. The more she talked, the more mistakes she'd make. Who knew which of her words he'd use against her? There were so many laws, and she might unknowingly break one.
The car fell into silence.
Rebecca wasn't one to sit still, especially not liking sudden quiet. She fidgeted in her seat and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Lewis, do you have any friends?"
She didn't have anything against lawyers, but she did against Anthony, who could quote legal clauses anytime to send people to jail. No wonder no one dared to talk to him.
Anthony turned to look at her. "Do you want to meet my friends?"
Rebecca slapped her mouth. Damn her loose tongue.
The car stopped in front of a tea house. Rebecca stood where she and Winona had stood before, with Anthony beside her. She pointed to a spot not far away. "Over there. There was a car there at the time. You were hugging a man. I saw your face and his clothes."
This scene, with a pair of handcuffs and Anthony holding her arm, would be a perfect crime scene identification.
Anthony said, "Let's go."
Finally, it was over. Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief, almost wanting to bow to the heavens.
Back in the car, she fastened her seatbelt and casually asked, "Where are we going?"
"I'll take you to meet my partner."
Rebecca was shocked.
Her mind was in a fog. Would this never end? She said to him. "Mr. Lewis, please spare me. I promise, if I see you again, I'll avoid you. No, if I ever appear in front of you again, I'll pretend to slit my throat. I'm really not interested in your partner."
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