Chapter 436 The Man Betrayed by a Woman
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone before Matthew's warm, cheerful voice came through, "So, do you like the things?"
Winona looked at the large bags of maternity supplies and rubbed her aching temples. "Matthew, I don't need these maternity things. You should return them."
"In a while, you'll need them. You're working at Bailey Group now, and it's tiring. You don't have time to pick these things out." Matthew seemed busy, with the occasional sound of papers rustling in the background.
"The items are bought and are non-returnable. Just keep them; you'll need them eventually. If you feel like you owe me, you can help me choose an outfit for a banquet," he said.
Winona said, "Matthew, I'm not pregnant, so I really don't need these."
The fake pregnancy was just to shut up the scheming shareholders at Bailey Group. Matthew wasn't one of them, so there was no need to hide it from him.
Matthew said, "You're not..."
Even through the receiver, Winona could hear his surprise.
She continued, "No, I'm not pregnant. After Zachary disappeared, some people at Bailey Group had their own agendas. Dad announced my pregnancy to shut them up."
Although Matthew had been with Watson Group for less than a year, he had been exposed to business matters since childhood. Winona didn't go into detail, but he quickly understood the situation. Those people wanted to seize power in Zachary's absence and naturally opposed Winona.
Matthew said, "The stuff can't be returned, so just keep it for now. It wouldn't be fair to make someone carry all those bags back. I'll come by later to pick them up and donate them to those in need."
Since Matthew had bought the items and insisted, Winona had no choice but to keep them for now.
When she was in the hallway, she felt that there were too many, thinking it was just a visual effect caused by the small space. But once they were moved into the house, she realized just how many there were. The living room was half filled with clothes, shoes, underwear, formula, folic acid, stress-relief toys—everything imaginable.
Matthew arrived quickly, likely heading over right after hanging up. Seeing the room full of maternity supplies, he paused, then smiled.
"Shall I have someone move these out?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you." Although she didn't keep the items, Winona appreciated Matthew's gesture and thanked him politely, feeling a bit awkward for having lied.
"You're welcome." This time, he meant it. "I'll have someone bring the items down for you."
"Okay." Winona bent down to help, but Matthew stopped her.
"Let my assistant handle it. You've had a long day; you should rest," he said.
Matthew hadn't known there would be so many items, so he had only brought one person. Moving everything out took several trips.
Matthew looked at the car packed to the brim, with only the driver's seat left clear, and the pile of items still on the street. He took a few photos.
In the following days, Winona didn't see Nicholas again. After he made his stance clear, Evander didn't try to bridge the gap between them.
Today, Winona finally had some free time and invited Rebecca out to enjoy the sun.
At an outdoor café, Rebecca looked despondent, holding her cup with both hands and leaning on the glass table.
After two bizarre blind dates, Rebecca's mom had eased off on pressuring her to marry. But recently, after hearing her friends boast about their thoughtful nephews, she began to waver again.
Today, she had arranged another blind date for Rebecca, who managed to escape but got scolded badly.
Rebecca asked, "Did you manage to get Nicholas's pants off?"
"No," Winona said, feeling a headache coming on. "Every time I make a move, he acts like I'm trying to assault him."
"What progress have you made?" Rebecca pondered. "How did you do it? You couldn't have done it by force."
Winona was puzzled. "Then how should I do it?"
"Get him to drink," Rebecca suggested like an experienced flirt. "People lose control when they're drunk. If you get him drunk, you can do whatever you want."
Winona scoffed. "What kind of weird books have you been reading lately?"
"I've been reading some pretty explicit stuff. Basically, there's nothing that can't be solved by having sex. If at first you don't succeed, try again." Rebecca then waved her hand dismissively and said, "But this kind of thing isn't suitable for someone as pure as you, who's in a platonic relationship."
Winona was silent for a while before finally finding her voice. "I think your mom's concerns are valid. You really should get married. Otherwise, I'm afraid reading too many erotic books might mess you up. Didn't your mom set you up with her friend's nephew today? You should meet him."
Rebecca said, "My mom said that guy had an ex who betrayed him. He pursued her for a long time, only waking up when she got married last year. But it was too late; he even gave her a $500,000 car. Now he's focused on his career and has achieved quite a bit. He's a lawyer. I should've asked my mom for his name. I'll ask Anthony if he knows this guy."
Winona thought, 'This situation felt just like a novel Rebecca had read before, one she had been very excited about.'
She said, "A while ago, when you were obsessed with novels, didn't you cry about how pitiful the male lead was and say you wanted to enter the book to save him and reach the pinnacle of life with him?"
"Now I prefer a different type of novel. The male lead must be pure and straightforward, with no romantic relationships with other women. Even his dog should be male. Now that I think about it, if my boyfriend really had such a dramatic ex-girlfriend, why would I slap her? I should slap myself for being blind enough to choose a man like that."
Winona remained silent. She thought, "You really are the epitome of fickleness.'
"So, if you meet a man without an ex-girlfriend and dog, would you marry him?" the familiar voice behind her wasn't Winona's.
Rebecca was startled and reflexively turned around. "Who is it?"
It was Anthony—serious and stern, dressed in a suit and tie, with his shirt buttoned up to the top.
Rebecca wondered if he had a tracker on her, as they seemed to run into each other everywhere.
Anthony's expression was calm, and he even nodded politely at Winona.
"Sorry, I'm the guy you were talking about," he said.
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