Chapter 54 She Won't Indulge Him Now
Zachary held Winona's hand and pushed open the door of the room she had just opened, walking in with a nonchalant air, ignoring her deadly glare.
"This is my room, why are you coming in with me?" Winona frowned.
Zachary smirked, "For showering, for sleeping."
His tone was light, carrying a hint of amusement, but she could tell he was provoking her.
Zachary was definitely doing it on purpose. He wanted to see her infuriated and unable to do anything about it.
Winona had booked a room with a large bed, and aside from that, there was only a sofa near the window where one could rest.
Zachary wouldn't demean himself by sleeping on the sofa. So, either she would have to endure being uncomfortable and share the bed with him, or she would end up pitifully sleeping on the sofa, watching him comfortably lying on the bed she had paid for.
Winona pursed her lips and spoke with displeasure, "Go back to your room."
Although this hot spring hotel did not have a presidential suite, it did have VIP hot spring rooms, each with its own private tub.
"We are a married couple. If we sleep in separate rooms, won't it make everyone misunderstand that our relationship is not harmonious?" Zachary said with his eyes wide open, spouting nonsense. "Mr. Miller and Mrs. Miller are deeply in love, and our business partners prefer couples with a good relationship. Don't forget, you've taken the money."
The expression on this man's face clearly screamed, "Stop acting high and mighty!"
And if the Millers were to get involved in a deep relationship, she would rather live stream herself drinking rat poison. She didn't know if Zachary was blind or deliberately disgusting her, but he was polluting the term "deep relationship."
Winona smiled insincerely, "Our business partners work with your company and your personal capabilities, not our relationship."
Zachary hmphed, ignoring her and headed straight to the bathroom.
Glancing at the closed glass door of the bathroom, Winona's face darkened. She spotted a bathrobe in the wardrobe; it seemed he had forgotten to change into it.
Just as she was about to ignore the robe, the frosted glass door of the bathroom opened a crack, and a man's hand reached out from inside. "Give me the bathrobe."
The extended arm was covered in a layer of firm and powerful muscles, with sleek lines.
The water droplets on his body were not yet wiped away, slowly falling along his skin's natural textures.
Even so, Winona reminded herself not to be swayed by the allure of a man; the power was now in her hands.
"If you have the guts, come and take it yourself."
She refused to indulge his bad temper. She was no longer his "caretaker"!
But then, a voice came from the bathroom, laughing lightly, "If you want to see me naked, just say so. It's not like you haven't seen it before."
Damn it, who wants to see him...
In the end, she had to take the bathrobe, close her eyes, push it into the bathroom and walk towards the big bed without looking back, lying down on it by herself.
If she couldn't win the bathroom war, she refused to believe she couldn't win this bed.
A few minutes later, Zachary, wearing a white bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom. The tie at his waist was loosely tied, and under his open shirt, his well-defined chest could be faintly seen.
His hair was still dripping with water, flowing along those sharp contours and disappearing into the white collar of the bathrobe.
He looked at Winona, who was lying on the bed, scrolling through her phone, and frowned, "Get off."
Zachary had cleanliness obsession; he wouldn't get on the bed without taking a shower and changing clothes. Winona was well aware of his habits. She locked her phone, placed it on the bedside table, and said, "I'm tired. I want to take a nap. Feel free to do as you please."
After speaking, she pulled the blanket over herself and rolled on the bed a few times in front of Zachary, then contentedly closed her eyes. "A bed that costs over a thousand dollars per night, indeed very comfortable."
Zachary's expression turned colder, his lips tightened, and after a long while, he said, "You don't take a shower before sleeping?"
"No, I don't," She replied matter-of-factly. "I don't sweat in this weather, and taking a shower every day dries out the skin. I usually only shower every three days."
She casually made up lies, even flipping the hair that was scattered on the clean pillow. "I almost forgot, today is the third day... I'll take a shower when I come back in the evening. It's just a nap now, I don't want to bother."
Zachary looked at her, his gaze like sharp knives, as if he wanted to nail this sloppy woman, Winona, in place!
Winona generously lifted the blanket, patted the spot beside her, and said, "You have a social engagement this afternoon, so why not just take a nap for now?"
Zachary withdrew his gaze and went to the sofa by the window with a cold face.
He didn't have the habit of taking naps. If it weren't for considering Mr. Miller's exhausting journey, at this time, he would be discussing specific business matters.
Winona looked at the man sitting on the sofa handling business matters without any courtesy and rolled her eyes. She really feared that she might lose control and slap him, but with Zachary's rogue behavior, he would definitely let that bastard Anthony frame her and send her away for a couple of days...
Hold on. Once she secured the collaboration, she could cut ties with this man for good!
Two hours later, after Mr. Miller had enough rest, Zachary took Winona to join him.
This vacation resort was the largest in New York, featuring a golf course, a hot spring hotel, indoor and outdoor pools, and elegant surroundings.
Various leisure and entertainment activities integrated, with a wide area and complete facilities, even if you stay here for a few days, you won't feel bored.
Mr. Miller, who clearly disliked exercise, had a weak body and struggled to walk three steps before panting. A few people went to the glass conservatory by the lake for afternoon tea.
The afternoon sun shone through the glass onto people, warming them up.
Winona continued arranging the flowers and didn't speak unless called. She kept to herself.
Shortly after, Mrs. Miller, under her husband's fierce gaze, asked, "Winona, what brand of perfume are you wearing? It smells really nice."
Upon hearing this, Winona took out a partially used bottle of perfume from her bag. "It's not a well-known brand. I bought it from a small shop on a street in Paris. If you don't mind, you can have this bottle. If I have a chance to go again, I'll buy a new one for you."
She had a hunch that Mrs. Miller must have had a hidden motive for bringing up the perfume. Winona had also sprayed it on in the morning, so why didn't anyone ask then?
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