Chapter 564 Expelling Dylan
Although Zachary knew Winona was right, he still felt a bit upset. He muttered to himself, "There are ways to preserve flowers."
Winona heard him clearly but pretended she didn't. She tilted her head slightly, "What did you say?"
"Nothing, I'm going to the bathroom."
Zachary couldn't walk yet and had to use a wheelchair to get around. Since his identity hadn't been officially revealed, it wasn't suitable for outsiders to know he was there. So, for the time being, the main villa only housed the two of them. Yesterday, Winona had the housekeeper prepare a guest room on the first floor, which coincidentally was the same room Austin had stayed in before, with the same bed linens.
Zachary's already stifled mood grew even more irritable.
Zachary decided that on the first day, he resumed his identity, he would fire Dylan for his lack of tact. Winona might not know how to preserve flowers as dried flowers, but he did. In short, Dylan just wasn't attentive enough and lacked emotional intelligence.
Zachary maneuvered his wheelchair to the bedside, pursing his lips as he stared at the familiar bedspread.
A few minutes later, while Winona was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, she heard Zachary calling her from the room. Thinking he needed help, she hurriedly pushed the door open and walked in. "What's wrong?"
Seeing Zachary wasn't in the bathroom but by the bed, she asked, "Are you going to sleep?"
Why would Zachary call her if he was just going to sleep? He could manage to get on and off the hospital bed with his arm strength, let alone the bed at home.
"The bedspread got dirty," Zachary said, moving his wheelchair aside to reveal a large wet spot on the bedspread. The dark fabric made the water stain very noticeable, and Winona could see it from the doorway.
"You..." Winona's mind went blank for a moment, and she blurted out, "Did you wet the bed?"
You couldn't blame Winona for asking. Zachary had said he was going to the bathroom, and now there was a water stain on the bedspread. Most people would think the same. But as her brain cooled down, she realized it was a misunderstanding.
Zachary was speechless for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "No, I accidentally spilled some water."
Winona then noticed the bottle of water on his lap and gave him an awkward smile. "Sorry, you can go out now. I'll clean it up."
She planned to use a hairdryer to dry it. The bedspread was new from yesterday, and the water wasn't dirty.
Zachary watched Winona head towards the bathroom. "I have trouble sleeping in unfamiliar places. I'm afraid I won't sleep well tonight. Can you change the bedspread in the master bedroom?"
Winona gave him a look that said, "What nonsense are you talking about?" "You slept just fine in the hospital, didn't you?"
"That was because I had no choice."
He couldn't let Winona know he was jealous over a bedspread Austin had used. That would make him seem too petty.
Zachary threw himself into work that afternoon. The Ramsey Group was in chaos, with shareholders demanding to withdraw, partners, canceling contracts, and a mass resignation of employees. Those who remained were on edge, and the company was surrounded by creditors. Employees had to be fully armed to avoid being attacked by angry people.
But the Ramsey Group had been struggling on the brink of bankruptcy for a while, so there weren't many employees left.
Zachary was on the phone. "Get me a meeting with Wyatt."
The person on the other end was Richard. He wasn't surprised at all by Zachary calling his father by his full name. "Got it."
Richard had suspected for a while that Zachary, who had been eager to become a father, might actually be the missing person from the Bailey Group. Now, his suspicion was almost confirmed.
Oh my God, what luck! He had latched onto a big shot.
Mom, I'm going to be rich.
Dylan, who had been Zachary's assistant for years and was always on the verge of being fired or reassigned to menial tasks, was speechless.
I still can't afford a house in Dreamopolis. What fortune?
Richard sincerely pledged his loyalty. "Mr. Ramsey, no matter where you go in the future, I'll follow you. Don't leave me behind. I can do anything you need. Just give me the word, and I'll do it without hesitation. Whether it's the living room, kitchen, or bedroom, I'll be there without a peep."
His loyalty was becoming almost surreal.
Zachary's face darkened. "Get lost."
Richard continued, "I can also help you win Mrs. Bailey's heart. Back in school, I was a famous heartthrob. If I set my mind to it, there's no woman I couldn't win over."
Zachary was caught off guard by this and, after a moment of hesitation, said haughtily, "First, take care of what I asked you to do."
After hanging up, he thought for the twenty-fourth time today: What use is Dylan?
He heard footsteps approaching. Since the villa only housed him and Winona, he knew who it was without looking.
Zachary turned his wheelchair around and saw Winona walking towards him with a bouquet. He suddenly felt nervous, his hands unconsciously tightening on the wheelchair's metal rims. "Winona."
Could it be for him?
Zachary had been discharged from the hospital today, and friends and family were supposed to give gifts. Thinking of gifts, he couldn't help but remember the wallet he still hadn't received, and his mood dipped again. He wondered if he would ever get the wallet Winona had promised.
Winona handed the flowers to Zachary.
The flowers were vibrant and fresh-looking. It wasn't until he held them that Zachary realized they were preserved flowers, indistinguishable from fresh ones. The craftsmanship was excellent.
"These are the flowers you gave me. When I was looking for you by the sea, I couldn't take care of them, so Dylan had them made into preserved flowers. They're all in the guest room upstairs. None were thrown away. When your leg heals, you can go up and see them yourself."
Zachary was overjoyed.
The joy came so quickly that he felt his heart pounding, and he couldn't help but smile. "Okay."
Dylan might lack emotional intelligence, but he was useful at critical moments. Just for making these preserved flowers, he deserved praise.
Alright, give him a raise.
Holding the flowers, Zachary asked the question he had been meaning to ask for months, "Do you like them?"
Originally, he had planned to propose with a priceless pink diamond amidst a sea of blooming flowers. Now, he could only hold a bouquet of preserved flowers and ask if Winona liked them.
But even so, Zachary was content. At least he was still alive and by her side.
Winona, with her hand held by Zachary, looked down into his eyes. In his gaze, she saw a small reflection of herself. "Yes, I like them."
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