Chapter 386 That Troublemaker Austin
Zachary had no clue who just walked in, but since the bodyguards didn't stop them and they could get past the fingerprint lock downstairs, it had to be either his parents or Samuel. Whoever it was, he definitely didn't want them to see this mess.
He glanced at Winona. Her clothes were a bit rumpled but still on. He, on the other hand, looked like a disaster—half-dressed and handcuffed to the bed.
He tried to break the handcuffs, straining to hear any sounds outside. The carpet muffled the footsteps, and the phone kept ringing non-stop. After a bit, he couldn't hear anything.
Then it hit him—Austin had played him. The handcuffs that were so easy to break last time were now impossible to undo.
"Are these real handcuffs? Austin, you jerk..." He cursed under his breath, but before he could finish, Samuel's voice came from outside the door, and the phone stopped ringing. "Why is the phone thrown at the door?"
Zachary tensed up and yelled, "Don't come in!"
However, it was too late. Samuel had already stepped in, took one look at the scene, and quickly backed out.
Zachary's face turned red with anger. "Ever heard of knocking?"
Samuel, looking awkward, said, "Sorry, didn't know you two had patched things up."
They had really made up and were even sleeping together. Thinking about how he still sometimes crashed in the study, Samuel felt a mix of emotions.
Trying to cover his embarrassment, Samuel said, "I'm nearsighted. I just saw two dark blobs, nothing else."
Zachary shot him a mocking sneer.
Samuel wasn't one to meddle in his friend's love life, but the scene was too wild. He couldn't help but say, "Didn't think you guys were this bold. Even if you're alone, at least close the door."
Zachary gritted his teeth. "Didn't you say you only saw dark blobs?"
Samuel replied, "Well, the metal kinda reflected."
It was quiet for a full five minutes before Zachary's voice, filled with frustration, came through. "Know anyone who can unlock handcuffs?"
Samuel was silent. This was too surreal. Considering Winona was a woman, and the only person he knew who could pick locks was...
He sighed. "How about asking Julia?"
"Isn't she a wedding dress designer?" Zachary asked.
Samuel's voice dropped, a bit hoarse. "She's got a lot of skills."
Zachary remembered why Julia had so many skills and was silent for a moment. "Find someone else."
Having one friend see this was bad enough; having another would be unbearable.
Samuel called a locksmith. After that, he didn't leave but leaned against the wall outside, smoking. The red tip of the cigarette glowed in the dark.
Zachary, feeling bored, asked, "Ever thought about letting go?"
Samuel rarely talked about his feelings, and Zachary didn't expect an answer. He was just bored and wanted to chat, show some concern for Samuel's love life. But Samuel actually answered, "I have."
"Then why don't you..."
"But every time I think about letting go, I picture her with some other guy. Then I decide against it, 'cause I'd just have to win her back, and she'd be pissed, and I'd end up sleeping in the study for another two months," Samuel interrupted him.
Zachary lost all interest in chatting.
The locksmith showed up pretty fast, keeping a straight face and focusing only on the handcuffs, not daring to look around.
Rich folks sure had some weird hobbies, with all the time and energy for these shenanigans.
Zachary covered Winona with a blanket, got up, and buttoned his shirt as he walked out. "Why are you here?"
Samuel got pissed at the question and tossed the phone at him. "I've been calling you, and you didn't pick up. Thought you might do something stupid."
He didn't know Winona had moved back. If he had, he wouldn't have come. Samuel said, "About the snake, we found out who sent it. The guy was a gambler, and by the time my people got to him, he had already jumped off a building 'cause of his debts."
The next day, Winona woke up to find ties scattered all over the bed. She had no memory of last night. Looking at herself, she was in pajamas and didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Could it be that Zachary's equipment was failing again?
Just as that thought crossed her mind, Zachary walked in. He wasn't working today and wore a casual cotton-linen outfit, looking more relaxed than usual, though he seemed in a bad mood, with a face full of frustration.
To save his pride, Winona wisely didn't mention last night. After washing up and changing clothes, she opened the closet door to find Zachary standing there with a deeply aggrieved expression.
Winona thought for a moment and patted his shoulder in comfort. "It's okay, we'll take it slow. I don't mind."
She clearly didn't remember anything, and Zachary was so angry he felt like he was having a heart attack. He gritted his teeth. "You're not allowed to drink anymore."
Breakfast was awkwardly silent. Winona tried to talk to him several times, but he was cold and distant. Finally, she kissed him, and his expression softened. But as soon as she kissed him, she walked towards the entrance, looking like she was about to leave.
Zachary asked, "Where are you going now?"
Winona needed to go to Pomegranate Hill today. She had to familiarize herself with the terrain to have a better chance of finding Grace, but she couldn't tell him that.
"I asked Rebecca to go shopping with me. I feel bad about her getting hurt last time, so I want to give her something as a sorry."
Zachary also had to go out today, so he didn't stop her. He wanted to have bodyguards follow her for safety, but Winona didn't like that, so he had to let it go.
Pomegranate Hill was just a cemetery, with tombstones covering the hillside.
When Winona arrived, Frank was already waiting there. They talked as they walked up, carefully examining each tombstone.
She handed him the portrait she had drawn of Grace. "Does this look familiar to you?"
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