Chapter 461 I Can Do Whatever I Want
Winona's eyes went wide as she blurted out, "Mr. Ramsey, what century are you living in? You still use keys? Doesn't everyone have fingerprint locks now?"
Nicholas, whether he was being honest or just had a thick skin for her teasing, stayed cool and said, "Sorry, I'm from the sticks and haven't seen those fancy gadgets."
When the elevator dinged at the 35th floor, Nicholas said, "Miss Sullivan, about tonight..."
Winona pulled out her phone and said, "I have a locksmith's number. Want me to send it to you?"
Seeing Nicholas stay silent, Winona didn't push it. She nodded, put her phone away, and stepped out of the elevator.
Nicholas quickly followed and said, "Miss Sullivan, it'll take a while for the locksmith to get here. It's freezing out. How about I come in for a cup of tea? I'll leave as soon as they arrive."
He sounded so sincere, like he was making a solemn promise to keep things simple and real.
Winona stopped at her door, lifted the cover of the fingerprint lock but didn't scan her finger right away. She turned to Nicholas, who was juggling a bunch of bags and looking pretty ridiculous. She said, "I'm really sorry. It's not that I don't want to invite you in, but as a single woman who's just lost her husband and is pregnant, it's not really appropriate."
Her eyes got teary, her voice wobbled, and emotions bubbled up. She thought if she didn't become an actress, it would be a loss for Hollywood. She went on, "This baby came at the right time. I found out I was pregnant after my husband passed away. Everyone knows we were already divorced, and now they all doubt the baby's father. If it weren't for my in-laws supporting me, I might have already aborted it."
She gently patted the pillow she was holding, her face glowing with maternal love.
Seeing this, Nicholas felt a pang in his heart. When had Winona ever been so emotional? She rarely even got teary-eyed, let alone choked up.
What they said online was true: pregnant women were super emotional, breaking down at the smallest thing. Watching her gently pat the pillow, Nicholas thought she must be really looking forward to this baby.
Winona watched his face, trying not to laugh, and kept sobbing. "If people see you coming in and out of my place late at night, I won't be able to explain it, no matter what," she said.
Nicholas's serious face grew even more somber. The light above cast shadows, making it hard to read his expression. "Who said those things?" he asked, his voice low and intense.
He wasn't thinking about romance; he just wanted to comfort the upset woman in front of him. Even though he wasn't with the Bailey Group anymore, causing trouble for someone was still a piece of cake for him.Winona didn't say a word. She turned her back to him, and all Nicholas could see were her trembling shoulders. It felt like his heart was being squeezed by a giant hand, filled with pain and a dull ache.
At that moment, he had the urge to forget everything: the Ramsey family, Timothy, and the mysterious mastermind he had only spoken to over the phone. Nicholas didn't want to deal with any of it anymore.
"Winona." Her name slipped out, but Nicholas quickly suppressed it with reason. No, not now. He didn't know what the mastermind was after, but he knew Timothy was targeting him.
Seeing Winona turn to look at him, Nicholas quickly said, "Miss Sullivan, don't let those people's words get to you. They're just miserable and want to drag others down with them."
Winona had already unlocked the door. Hearing Nicholas's words, she raised an eyebrow and sarcastically said, "Mr. Ramsey, you really are a gentleman."
But her smile quickly faded. "Mr. Ramsey, you can stay outside." With that, she ignored him and went inside.
Nicholas was stunned.
Winona wasn't crying anymore, but she seemed angry.
So, did he comfort her or not?
As Winona closed the door, she met Nicholas's aggrieved eyes. She felt a surge of frustration and said, "Mr. Ramsey, next time you go back home, spend more time talking to the cows."
Nicholas was puzzled. He thought she was mocking him, but seeing her serious face, he asked honestly, "Why?"
Winona replied, "Because..."
She paused for a moment, then added, "Even they have more emotional intelligence than you do." She was about to close the door when Nicholas quickly reacted and stopped her. "Miss Sullivan, these are things I bought for the baby. They're heavy. Let me help you bring them in."
"I appreciate the thought, Mr. Ramsey," Winona said, not wanting to see Nicholas at all. However, since he was holding the door, she couldn't close it. "You should take them back to your secret wife," she added.
But Nicholas held the door with one hand and the bags with the other, squeezing through the gap. He didn't dare use too much force, afraid of hurting Winona, so he moved slowly.
Winona stood there, speechless.
Nicholas then replied, "I don't have a secret wife. These things are for you. You're too thin—if you don't eat more to nourish yourself, then..."
He didn't finish the sentence, but his meaning was clear.
Once inside, he put the things down and closed the door.
Seeing this, Winona crossed her arms. After adding a cabinet, the entryway was narrow, so she had to lean against the wall to keep a distance from him. She said, "Alright, the things are delivered. You can leave now."
Yet Nicholas pretended not to hear her hint to leave and took out the milk powder from the plastic bag. He said, "I'll make you a cup of milk."
Winona frowned, feeling irritated and inexplicably stifled. Her voice turned cold. "Nicholas, what exactly do you want? Don't you understand when I tell you to leave?"
Nicholas looked at her and replied, "I can do whatever I want."
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