Chapter 473 Just Take a Look
Zachary came over to explain to Winona why he had to stay with the Ramsey family under Nicholas's identity, but judging by the look on her face, it seemed like she was expecting him to drop his pants.
He glanced out the window at the dark night outside.
Here they were, a man and a woman, alone in such a private place.
Zachary pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a bit shy. "I read online that four months is okay, but I haven't asked a doctor. Have you?"
The hallway wasn't the best place for this conversation. Winona, facing away from him, was scanning her fingerprint, puzzled by his vague remarks. "What do you mean by 'okay'?"
It wasn't that she was naive; she just hadn't expected that, in a situation where his identity hadn't even been confirmed, Zachary's mind would be filled with such thoughts, skipping over the main issue to that kind of thing.
Because any normal person would be thinking about how to convince their wife of their true identity right now.
Zachary followed her inside and closed the door behind him. "Weren't you thinking..."
He stopped mid-sentence.
Winona looked at his hesitant expression, even more puzzled. "Thinking what?" she asked.
Zachary didn't speak, just looked at her belly with a face full of affection.
Winona replayed Zachary's earlier words in her mind, a hint of embarrassed anger appearing on her face. She glared at him with flushed cheeks, "Mr. Ramsey, please remember your identity. I am a widow, carrying my late husband's child. I intend to remain chaste for him. Don't ruin my reputation."
Hearing this, Zachary instantly forgot about the previous topic, his mind filled with the idea that she wanted to remain chaste for him. He didn't even consider whether her words were auspicious or why she would let him in if she were worried about her reputation.
"Does that mean you won't accept Matthew and Austin either?" he asked.
He still had to be Nicholas for a while and couldn't always be by Winona's side. Pregnancy was the hardest and most emotional time for a woman. If Winona ever felt too tired and couldn't hold on, she might impulsively agree to one of them.
Winona pinched her palm hard, afraid she might burst out laughing if she didn't. She said, "Well, who knows? They've been so good to me. I might be moved one day. After all, women are soft-hearted, and feelings can develop over time."
As she spoke, she put on a troubled expression. "They're both great. It's really hard to choose."
Zachary was speechless.
To hell with developing feelings over time. If it were that easy, he and Winona had known each other for so many years, why hadn't any feelings developed? If he hadn't tricked her with Matthew's watch, she might have had several kids with other men by now.
Zachary thought about Winona and Rebecca's conversation in the open-air garden and couldn't help but imagine the scene. He got so angry that his eyes turned red. "Are you planning to take them both?" he asked.
The idea was so shocking that Winona couldn't help but laugh out loud. However, she quickly restrained herself and seriously nodded at Zachary. "Mr. Ramsey, you really are a big businessman. You've enlightened me. Taking both would solve the dilemma."Zachary almost had a heart attack from her words, and she seemed to think it was a good idea genuinely.
How was that a good idea? It was terrible.
The worst part was, it was his idea.
Zachary couldn't hold back any longer. "Winona, you can't choose them. If you do, what happens to me? Don't forget that you have a husband. You should stay true to your feelings. Being fickle isn't healthy."
Winona waved her hand and replied, "I don't have one. Don't talk nonsense. I'm divorced."
Hearing this, Zachary deeply regretted not admitting he was Zachary when Winona first asked. Now, even if he wanted to admit it, he couldn't.
"If there's nothing else, Mr. Ramsey, you should go. It's getting late, and if you don't leave, people might misunderstand," she said with a yawn. "I'm tired. Please close the door on your way out."
Winona had just taken a step when Zachary hugged her from behind. He lowered his head, kissing her cheek and neck clumsily. "Winona, what will it take for you to believe me? When we got married, I tricked you with Matthew's watch. That night, when you opened your eyes and saw it was me, you refused, and I forced you."
He continued, "On our wedding night, you were drunk and didn't want me to touch you, deliberately calling out Matthew's name. Fiona called me, and I used it as an excuse to leave."
"And that thug who bullied you, I was the one who beat him up. I didn't dare tell you, afraid you'd be disappointed knowing it wasn't Matthew who solved your problem." He hugged her tighter and remarked, "Winona, only you and Zachary know these things. Don't you believe I'm him?"
Winona had believed it for a while; even before he revealed his identity, she was already pretty certain that Nicholas was Zachary.
No matter how a person's demeanor or clothing changed, some subtle habits remained the same. Plus, with Nicholas's identical features to Zachary's and his frequent appearances, along with the things he said and did that caused misunderstandings, it was hard not to be suspicious.
But believing was one thing; being angry was another.
Winona wanted Zachary to see her as someone who could tackle challenges alongside him. Even if he couldn't recognize that, she wished he would at least let her know he was alive.
These three months had felt like years.
However, Zachary returned, pretending as if nothing had happened, appearing by her side under a different identity. He watched Winona go to great lengths to seek the truth, witnessing her sadness and frustration, and even after being uncovered, he still insisted that he was Nicholas.
Noticing Winona's silence, Zachary was engulfed by a wave of panic. He couldn't see her face, and her expression gave nothing away. "Winona, I truly am Zachary. If you don't believe me, just feel this."
Recognizing his mistake, Zachary had spent the past couple of days reflecting on the situation from Winona's perspective, realizing that he would definitely feel angry if the roles were reversed.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her to face him, placing her hand on the scar on his thigh. "Just take a look," he said gently. "It's not exactly attractive right now."
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