Chapter 460 Eight-Pack Abs or Six-Pack Abs
Nicholas was at a loss for words.
Where did this wife come from? Before Zachary vanished, he was just a stand-in boyfriend. Once people found out he was Nicholas, even that temporary boyfriend status would be gone. He'd just be the kid's dad with limited visitation rights.
Seeing Winona's cold expression and the way she kept her distance, like she wanted to draw a clear line between them, made Nicholas feel pretty uneasy.
"I don't have a wife, and I don't have a fiancée who needs baby stuff," he said.
Rebecca stretched out her words, "Well, isn't that something? In this huge world, Winona comes to buy baby supplies, and you just happen to be here for the same thing. No fiancée, no wife—are you buying them for Winona?"
Nicholas gave a polite smile, "Quite the coincidence, indeed. I heard Miss Davis and Mr. Lewis are planning to get married. Any chance I could get an invite?"
Rebecca was taken aback, thinking, 'This guy just loves to stir the pot. He's clearly threatening me but still acts all high and mighty. What a hypocrite. And where did this rumor about Anthony and me getting married come from?'
Meanwhile, the sales assistant had packed up the pillow Winona wanted, not changing her attitude just because it was cheap. "Would you like to see anything else? Our maternity clothes are beautiful and high quality. I assure you they’re not made from toxic materials by unregulated manufacturers. We even have radiation protection clothing. With all the exposure to computers and electronics these days, those things can easily harm the baby."
Winona, not actually pregnant, quickly declined, "No, thank you."
But Nicholas jumped in, "Pack it up."
He grabbed a few more clothes from the rack and some cans of maternity milk powder. He'd bought these before, but Matthew had donated them all. Since they were donated in Winona's name, it made Nicholas feel a bit better.
By the time he finished paying, Winona and Rebecca had already left the store.
Rebecca held the pillow against Winona's body, "This could easily give you away. What if it falls out while you're walking? Then the whole company will know you gave birth to a pillow."
She frowned, "A small one is fine, but what about a bigger one? You can't pack a blanket in there, and no pregnant woman just grows a belly without gaining weight elsewhere. If someone touches it and notices it feels uneven... But if your belly gets big and Zachary still hasn't returned, you won't have to pretend anymore. You can just find someone else. After all, you don’t rely on the Bailey family to live."
Winona stayed silent.
Rebecca continued, "What type do you like? I'll keep an eye out for you. Do you prefer someone with eight-pack abs or six-pack abs? Young and energetic, or mature and stable? Mature ones are usually better; they tend to be more caring and won't make you so mad that you feel like your chest is about to burst..."
Nicholas walked over with a large bag of items, just in time to hear Rebecca encouraging Winona to find another man. Not only was Rebecca encouraging, but she also provocatively raised her eyebrows at Nicholas when she saw him.Winona seemed to seriously consider it for a moment before saying, "Eight-pack abs. They look powerful."
Nicholas instinctively touched his abdomen through the plastic bag. He only had six-pack abs, and with his recent injuries, he hadn't been able to work out much, so his muscle definition was fading. With a hint of bitterness, he said, "Eight-pack abs are too bulky and don’t look good. You're looking for a boyfriend, not a boxer. Six-pack abs are the best option."
Rebecca rolled her eyes. It was one thing to praise himself, but he didn't have to put others down just because he didn’t have eight-pack abs. How shameless.
Once in the elevator, Nicholas pressed the button for the basement level and said, "I'll take you home."
Although Rebecca had said she wanted to annoy Nicholas, she was sensible at this moment. "I drove here. You take Winona. She sprained her ankle last time, and the doctor advised her not to walk too much."
She waved to Winona and left decisively.
The car drove into the apartment complex, circled a few buildings, and stopped at the one where Winona lived.
Winona didn't ask Nicholas how he knew where she lived. She unbuckled her seatbelt and nodded slightly at him. "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Ramsey. Goodbye."
Nicholas was puzzled.
This was completely different from what he had imagined. She hadn't asked him if he was Zachary the entire way. Apart from answering his questions out of courtesy, she hadn't spoken to him voluntarily.
Did she already know his identity, or did it not matter to her whether he was Zachary?
Feeling a bit panicked, Nicholas hurriedly grabbed the items and got out of the car.
Winona glanced at him and said, "Mr. Ramsey, there's no need to walk me up. I'm living alone, and it's not convenient to have a man in my home. My late husband was very jealous. If he misunderstands, he might come to haunt you at night. Then you'll be face-to-face with him, like looking in a mirror. How unlucky would that be?"
She thought to herself, "Keep pretending. Let’s see if it doesn’t drive you crazy."
Nicholas was speechless.
Winona was indeed preparing to forget him and find a man with eight-pack abs. Previously, she referred to Zachary as missing, but now he was directly her late husband.
Then Nicholas said, "Miss Sullivan, I also live in this building. We're just going the same way."
Winona said nothing.
Once in the elevator, she pressed 35, and Nicholas pressed 34.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but say, "Mr. Ramsey, what a coincidence, upstairs and downstairs. Could it be that your ceiling is my floor?"
Nicholas could easily detect her sarcasm and explained, "Do you want to see the property deed? I'm not lying to you."
In reality, it wasn't that close at all. The main reason was that the unit below hers wasn't even for sale.
But if Nicholas said that, Winona would definitely think he was stalking her.
Halfway up, Nicholas started patting his pockets, checking each one in turn, and then began rummaging through the bags in his hands.
The plastic bags rustled with his movements.
Winona felt a bit hesitant, a certain premonition rising within her.
The next second, her suspicion was confirmed. Nicholas looked at her with a troubled expression and said, "Miss Sullivan, I lost my keys."
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