Chapter 482 Don't Hit
Winona couldn't get a word out, just these muffled moans escaping her lips.
The guy who grabbed her was strong, with hands like steel. One hand clamped over her mouth, the other squeezing her neck, dragging her to the corner of the parking lot.
Kidnapping? Abduction? Murder?
Timothy's crew?
Winona was freaking out. She tried to yank his hand off, but his arm was like a brick wall, not budging no matter how much she pinched or hit.
As she was about to be pulled into a camera blind spot, Winona swung her bag wildly behind her. But she was restrained and facing away from the guy, making it hard to aim. Three out of five swings missed, and the other two were barely more than a tap.
Suddenly, her bag smacked into something solid. The guy groaned in pain, "Miss Sullivan, stop hitting me!"
As soon as they reached the corner, he let go and jumped back a couple of steps.
He rubbed his cheek. Winona's bag was soft leather, but her phone inside had nailed his cheekbone, and it hurt.
In the dim light, Winona squinted, trying to make out his face. She was sure she didn't know this guy.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
Winona eyed him warily, ready to bolt at any second.
The guy reached into his pocket, but Winona raised her bag again, aiming it at him. "What are you pulling out? Hands where I can see them!"
"Phone." He quickly pulled his hand out, showing her the phone.
Seeing her guarded look, he quickly added, "Mrs. Bailey, Mr. Ramsey sent me to pick you up and take you somewhere."
"Nicholas?" she asked, doubt in her voice. He knew where she lived, so why all this drama?
The guy dialed Zachary's number right in front of her and said, "Mr. Ramsey can't come to your apartment right now. If you don't believe me, let Mr. Ramsey talk to you."
The call connected, and a familiar voice came through, "Winona, Benjamin Martinez is my guy. You can trust him."
Winona looked at the guy holding the phone.
He nodded vigorously, pointing to himself. "I'm Benjamin."
Winona didn't relax just because she heard a familiar voice and asked, "Are you Nicholas?"
Zachary was speechless.
Not only did Winona not remember him helping her, but she also couldn't recognize his voice.
Would she forget what he looked like next?
"Winona," he gritted his teeth, calling her name. "Do you only remember Matthew and Austin? When did Matthew ever give you billions of dollars? It was me who gave you the money."
Winona replied, "Oh, it really is Mr. Ramsey. I'm sorry—there are so many AI scams these days that I had to be a bit cautious."
Afraid of being overheard, she still called him Mr. Ramsey.
After hanging up, Winona got into Benjamin's car. She thought he would take her somewhere secret, but he drove her to a hotel.Benjamin stayed in the car, handing her a room key.
Winona took the key and cautiously swiped it to open the door. The room was pitch black.
She reached out to turn on the light, but before she could, a pair of arms pulled her into a warm embrace. A familiar scent surrounded her, and the man lowered his head, planting gentle kisses on her lips.
The darkness made her focus solely on the moment, amplifying her senses. Held tightly in his arms, Winona could feel his rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing through the fabric, sending shivers down her spine.
Zachary pressed her against the door, his hand gripping her waist to keep her from escaping.
After what felt like an eternity, Zachary finally let her go, his breath unsteady as he rested his forehead against hers. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Why is your waist still so thin? Aren't you eating well? The doctor said you need to eat more and get proper nutrition, or the baby will develop slowly."
Winona, still lost in the lingering sensation, realized he had kissed her without her consent again. Seeing Zachary reaching to touch her belly, she quickly pushed him away. She said, "Mr. Ramsey, whether my baby develops well or not has nothing to do with you. Don't give yourself a role you don't have. You're not the stepfather."
Stuffing a pillow might look convincing, but one touch would give it away.
Zachary's hand stopped mid-air, and after a moment, he withdrew it, feeling a bit disappointed. If he had known talking would break the intimate moment, he would have kissed Winona a bit longer.
Now, with Winona avoiding him and not letting him touch or kiss her, he had to get back to the main reason he came today. He remarked, "Today's incident was far too risky. Timothy is a lunatic; you never know what crazy things he might do. Please don't provoke him again, and don't take his so-called pursuit seriously. He's just trying to deceive you."
"He..." Winona looked at Zachary sideways, drawing out her words. "Does he like you?"
Like someone desperately seeking attention, Timothy's eyes lit up when he called Zachary, reflecting pure enthusiasm with no hint of malice or perversion.
This question left Zachary speechless. He wasn't sure what kind of feelings Timothy had for him, but he instinctively felt it wasn't love.
He frowned and replied, "Probably not. It seems like he sees me as his possession."
Winona clicked her tongue and exclaimed, "Are young people nowadays all this weird?"
Zachary snapped, "Clear those dirty thoughts out of your head. Don't jump to conclusions..."
He paused, his voice dropping to a hush. "Don't waste your thoughts on those strange pairings."
Zachary continued, "It's like a parent with a warped sense of control, treating their child as if they were a possession. They plan every step of the child's life, leaving no room for deviation from their expectations."
Though the analogy was a bit odd, it was the only one he could think of that explained Timothy's behavior.
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