Chapter 400 This Is a Misunderstanding
Rebecca looked at him, worried. "Mr. Lewis, we've known each other for a while. Don't be so tough."
Compared to Anthony, Zachary was a saint.
Anthony, with a blank face, replied, "Didn't you make that promise yourself? Now you're backing out and calling me tough?"
"Is that even doable?"
He frowned, tugging at his wet shirt, clearly annoyed by the damp fabric sticking to his skin. With a disdainful look, he said, "I got soaked because of you. Out of guilt, you should buy me a new outfit."
Rebecca sighed, "What about the issue here? There's still a huge compensation of over sixty grand. Are we just going to ignore it?"
"My assistant will handle it."
"No way," Rebecca, who had worn high heels for their date, knew Anthony wouldn't stop until they had shopped through several big malls. She didn't want to be bedridden tomorrow, so she firmly said, "It's so late; I feel uneasy about letting Winona go back alone."
Anthony tilted his chin up, "Mr. Bailey is here to pick her up."
Rebecca followed his gaze and saw Zachary walking in from outside.
Zachary had seen the confrontation from outside. He walked up to Winona, frowning, and asked, "What happened?"
Winona briefly explained the situation. At first, he was indifferent, but when he heard that a woman had splashed water on her, his indifferent expression instantly turned cold. He lifted his gaze, staring straight at the woman.
The woman's heart pounded fiercely. Holding her belly, she paled and said, "My belly hurts."
She was scared.
Winona remained silent for a while.
Zachary couldn't be bothered with this matter. He took her hand, saying, "Shall we go?"
Winona said, "Rebecca, are you coming with us?"
"I drove here today. You guys go ahead," she waved them off, "I've had a rough enough day. Don't flaunt your love in front of me."
Winona had just changed her shoes when Zachary pulled her into his arms from behind. His lips brushed against her neck, his husky voice muffled, saying, "Don't you think you owe me about that night?"
"What night?"
Winona had no recollection.
"That night you got drunk. We were about to go all the way, but you insisted on trying something new," his voice was low, filled with obvious desire, "You took handcuffs and cuffed me to the bed, then tied my hands and feet with a tie, starting from here..."
Zachary's hand landed on her lips, sliding down her neck to her abdomen. His movements were slow, teasing, as he vividly described that night to Winona, saying, "You kissed all the way down."
The places his fingers touched tingled. Winona's eyes went wide with shock and surprise.
Zachary's detailed description triggered a few blurry images in her mind, scenes of her kissing him while on top of him.
That scene was really too explicit.
Winona's face burned, her exposed skin turning red. She never knew she could be so bold when drunk.
"And then you..."
She wanted to say Zachary took advantage of her, but remembering he was tied up, probably struggling to even turn over, she realized he couldn't have done much. After a few seconds of silence, she awkwardly said, "So I raped you?"
"And then you fell asleep."
Winona fell silent for a while.
"You left me burning with desire and then fell asleep on top of me. I lay there hard as a rock for half the night, trying to suppress my urges." He would never tell Winona he had to call a locksmith to get the handcuffs off; it was too humiliating.
Winona guessed the process but not the outcome, feeling very awkward. She weakly explained, "I was drunk. People who are drunk are irrational."
Zachary continued to accuse her, "You did all that and then blamed me for not being able to perform the next day."
Winona laughed dryly, "That was a misunderstanding."
"Fine, I don't blame you. But today, you should make up for that night."
Zachary pressed Winona against the shoe cabinet, leaning in to kiss her, his hands kneading her skin, slowly awakening her deepest reactions.
Winona's mind was filled with his passionate kisses, her body responding to the pressure of his hands, all her thoughts drawn by that force.
She didn't even know when she fell onto the couch. Zachary's arm was propped beside her, looking down at her, saying, "Do you want to have sex with me tonight?"
Winona's long hair spread out on the light-colored couch, creating an infinitely alluring and captivating scene.
Her eyes were hazy, dazzled by the light, filled with temptation.
Zachary didn't wait for her answer, lowering his head to kiss her again, his other hand opening the drawer of the coffee table, feeling for the condoms inside.
The next day.
Winona went to Pomegranate Hill early in the morning, accompanied by the private detective she had hired earlier. She had asked the management office and found out there were two entrances to the hill. She and the detective each guarded one.
Instead of Grace, she encountered Rodolfo. "Frank is waiting for you in the tea room, Miss Sullivan. Get in the car."
"I have something to do today."
Rodolfo glanced at the densely packed tombstones on the hill. "You won't find Grace today."
Winona frowned and said with confusion, "What do you mean?"
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