Chapter 384 Who Her Husband was
The room went quiet for a moment, and everyone turned to look at Winona, who was busy eating. Some folks had been eyeing Zachary, but when they saw him staring at Winona, they followed suit.
Winona gave an awkward smile. "I'm his ex-wife. Sorry if this is weird for anyone."
Zachary looked down, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Now, those who were already wary of her drunken behavior were even more hesitant to drink with her. Winona had already had quite a bit. She rested her chin on her hand, her eyes dreamy, cheeks flushed, and lips a dewy red. Even in her half-drunken state, she looked like a stunning painting.
Noticing the occasional glances directed at her, Zachary's eyes darkened, feeling relieved that he had come; otherwise, he couldn't imagine how much she would have drunk.
"Sorry, my wife's drunk. We're heading out. Enjoy your meal," he said, standing up and helping the dazed Winona from her chair, holding her by the waist. "This meal's on me. Waiter, bring a few more bottles of Lafite."
No one dared to object.
After paying the bill, Zachary helped Winona into the car and leaned over to fasten her seatbelt. As he was halfway out of the passenger seat, he met Winona's tender gaze. She seemed to be looking at him, or maybe she was just in a daze, her delayed reactions making her look adorably silly.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Winona," he said.
Winona didn't respond. In the narrow car, under the dim light, their breaths mingled, filled with the rich, mellow scent of wine, making it hard to tell whose it was.
Zachary lifted her face and kissed her lips briefly.
It took a few seconds for Winona to realize what had just happened. She frowned slightly and turned her head away.
Zachary thought that if she were sober, she would never do such a thing. Unable to resist, he kissed her again, this time not as gently as before, prying her lips open and invading with his tongue.
Winona instinctively held her breath, his soft lips moving against hers, entangling wantonly.
After what felt like forever, she found herself unable to breathe, her chest aching, her head dizzy from lack of oxygen. Already dizzy, she felt even more so now. If not for the seatbelt, she would have slid down.
She slapped the culprit who was hindering her breathing and pushed him away with her foot, saying, "Get off me!"
Then she mumbled, "I'm married. My husband is very strong. If you dare touch me, he'll kill you."
Zachary remained silent for a moment.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions, and asked calmly, "Who is your husband?"
Though Zachary appeared calm on the surface, he was extremely nervous inside. Winona had called out other men's names twice when she was unconscious. Although he knew she no longer liked Matthew, what if it had become a habit and she did it reflexively? Wouldn't he be asking for trouble?
Winona didn't say anything. She just lowered her eyelids and let her head droop like she was about to fall asleep.
Zachary pinched her cheek and shook her gently. "Winona..."
"You're so noisy..." Winona mumbled, clearly annoyed by his constant talking. She pushed him away and waved her hand to keep him at bay. In her drunken state, she had no sense of proportion, and her hand landed on his chin.
She didn't have much strength, so it didn't hurt.
A gasp came from nearby.
Zachary turned to see a few middle-aged men standing there, holding bottles of Lafite. They were from the private room earlier.
Seeing they were caught, they awkwardly smiled and said, "We just happened to pass by."
They quickly scurried away, muttering, "In Dreamopolis, the only one who dares to hit Mr. Bailey is probably his ex-wife."
After they left, Zachary didn't push Winona any further. He closed the car door and went to the driver's seat.
As the car drove out of the parking lot, the colorful neon lights shone in. Winona suddenly said, "Dog."
"What?" Zachary was confused.
Winona looked at him seriously and explained, "My husband."
Zachary stayed silent, thinking, 'You might as well not have answered.'
He drove straight to Regal Oaks.
Zachary opened the passenger door and reached out to help her. As soon as his fingers touched her, Winona, who had been sleeping the whole way, suddenly woke up. She looked at Zachary, then at his outstretched hand. "If you become crippled, I'll dump you."
After sleeping the whole way, she was somewhat sober.
Winona pushed him away and got out of the car, almost falling when her feet touched the ground.
Zachary quickly grabbed her. "Let me help you."
Winona obediently extended her hand. Zachary looked at her gesture and held her entire arm.
Winona stayed silent.
Once upstairs, as soon as they entered the room, Zachary pressed Winona against the wall. "You haven't answered my question. Who is your husband?"
With their foreheads touching, his fingers caressed her cheek. Winona didn't speak, so he kept asking, kissing her each time he asked. Sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily.
Until Winona's hand hooked around his neck, Zachary's already fragile patience snapped. The answer to the question no longer mattered. As long as she didn't call out another man's name, even if she thought of him as a dog, he seemed to be able to accept it.
He kissed her again, this time not asking any more questions, kissing her while leading her to the bed.
Winona was very drunk. She could barely stand, let alone walk. The short distance took them over ten minutes.
They both fell onto the soft, fluffy bed, letting out a muffled groan.
Winona was startled by the sudden loss of balance, while Zachary winced from pulling his wound.
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