Chapter 558 Don't Get Excited
Zachary sat in his wheelchair, looking up at Winona. The light above reflected in his dark eyes, giving him a gentle appearance despite the bandages on his head, the bloodstains on his neck, and the cast on his leg. He looked utterly miserable.
Winona, who wasn't angry to begin with, couldn't stay mad after seeing him like this. "I'm not mad."
Zachary raised an eyebrow. "Really? But you haven't spoken to me for almost an hour."
His emotions were easy to read—first surprise, then a hint of hurt. For someone who navigated the cutthroat business world with ease, showing his feelings so openly was unusual. It was clear he was doing it on purpose.
Winona didn't respond. She turned the faucet to hot and waited for the water to warm up. Zachary's gaze never left her, silently urging her to answer. "Really," she repeated.
Just as Zachary was about to speak, Winona slapped a steaming hot towel onto his face. "Shut up and hurry up. Clean yourself and get out."
If they took any longer, people might start to wonder what they were doing in there.
Winona wiped him down carefully, her movements gentle and cautious, afraid of worsening his condition. "Besides your leg, does anything else hurt?"
She was still worried about the doctor's warning about potential aftereffects. But since Zachary woke up, he seemed fine.
"You and Winona will never be happy."
Timothy's almost curse-like words flashed through Zachary's mind, darkening his eyes and softening his smile. But he didn't let Winona see. He pressed his aching forehead. "I just want to keep looking at you. When I can't see you, I get anxious. Does that count?"
Winona's face fell. "I'm serious. Don't joke around. Think carefully. Does anything else hurt?"
Zachary took her hand. "No."
Winona continued to wipe his neck and back, then decided to clean his upper body as well. But when the towel brushed a sensitive spot, she froze—Zachary had grabbed her hand.
"Winona," Zachary's gaze was intense, his lips moving slightly. "It's a bit uncomfortable."
Winona, focused on cleaning him, instinctively glanced down. The soft, loose hospital gown did nothing to hide the impressive sight beneath.
Zachary's upper body had no major injuries, just some bruises from the accident. She wiped him down with care, her mind elsewhere. Seeing the scene before her, she blushed deeply.
Zachary let out a low groan. "Winona, it hurts."
Winona snapped back to reality, pulling her hand away as if burned. She stood up quickly. "You..."
She glanced at the bathroom door, embarrassed and angry. "Shut up."
She felt like she had accidentally turned on a loud, embarrassing toy in a quiet room. The awkwardness made her want to disappear. Zachary chuckled, pointing to the scratch marks on his abdomen. "Look, you scratched me. Can't I say it hurts?"
Winona threw the towel at him. "Do it yourself."
Even in a wheelchair, Zachary's height allowed him to reach the faucet easily.
After tossing the towel, Winona left the bathroom, hearing Zachary's amused laughter behind her.
Lydia and Evander were talking. When they heard the door, they turned to her. "Winona, the nurse said there's a single room available now. Room 26. You need to sign the paperwork at the front desk."
They acted as if they hadn't heard the commotion in the bathroom. The two gossip-loving girls nearby were engrossed in their phones, discussing a celebrity's abs.
Winona sighed in relief, thinking she had been too sensitive. "Okay, I'll go now."
As soon as she left, Lydia excitedly hit Evander's arm. "Looks like we'll be planning their wedding soon."
The sound made the two gossip girls flinch, feeling the impact.
Evander sighed, "Calm down."
After twenty years of Lydia's hits, his arm had grown used to it.
"Think about your side of the family and friends. We need to make a list so we don't scramble later. This time, it has to be grand. I'll ask Julia to clear her schedule. We owe her for the last dress, so we can't cut in line again."
Evander looked at the anxious Lydia. "Even if there's a wedding, it won't be until Zachary's leg heals. He's seriously injured. It'll take three or four months. We can't have him limping down the aisle. With wedding planners, we have plenty of time to make a list."
Lydia's excitement cooled. Three or four months was a long time. She hadn't forgotten about Matthew and Rebecca, who were still interested in Winona.
Standing together, they were like comparing a police dog, a border collie, and a Siberian husky—no contest.
Lydia glared at Evander. "You talk too much. Useless and a buzzkill."
Evander was speechless.
In the bathroom, Zachary looked at his foggy reflection, his expression serious. What did Timothy's words mean?
He knew the medication was problematic, so he avoided it when he could. But he had taken a lot before realizing it.
When Winona returned, Zachary was out of the bathroom.
Lydia said, "We'll head out now. Winona, take care of Zachary. I'll find some help so you won't be too tired."
She glanced at Zachary, her face stern. "Remember what I told you."
Then she smiled at Winona. "Winona, we'll be going now. Thank you."
Her quick change in attitude was impressive.
After Lydia left, Winona asked Zachary curiously, "What did Mom say to you?"
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