Chapter 58 Your Relationship with Mr. Bailey Is Impressive
"Winona," Mrs. Miller's voice called out. Winona was lost in her thoughts and was startled by the sudden sound. "Are you feeling unwell? You don't look too good."
Winona had fair skin, and even without makeup, she didn't appear to be unwell.
Mrs. Miller had only noticed that she was walking alone behind them and deliberately brought up the topic.
The group was close enough to hear her words and stopped in their tracks.
When Winona looked up, she met a pair of greasy eyes belonging to Mr. Miller, who had been gazing at her.
He tilted his lips and revealed a meaningful smile to her, then quickly returned to his honest and sincere appearance since they first met. No one but she noticed the rapid change.
Zachary frowned, "Are you feeling unwell?"
When he opened the door angrily in the morning, he looked quite lively.
Winona didn't like the feeling of being stared at and shook her head, "No, I just didn't sleep well in an unfamiliar bed."
Zachary's gaze on her carried a particularly disdainful taste. He beckoned to a sightseeing car that was frequently seen in the villa and indifferently said, "It's almost time, we should go by car."
Looking at the reception room in the golf course, which was only a few hundred meters away, Winona said, "No need..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Zachary had already walked up to her. Without saying anything, he grabbed her hand and forcefully led her onto the sightseeing car. "Unfamiliar bed? Weren't you quite straightforward when you moved out of Regal Oaks? You didn't mention this problem."
His voice carried undisguised ridicule, obviously seeing through her lie.
Winona responded with a charming smile, "Even if you love a pair of socks, you still have to throw them away after wearing them for a long time. You can't keep them forever just because you like them, or it would be disgusting."
Zachary narrowed his eyes and his tone was heavy and cold, "Are you mocking me?"
Silence spread between the two for a few seconds, and then Winona responded with a completely unrelated remark, "I suddenly realized that you actually have your merits."
Not only did she possess self-awareness, but she was also very skilled at deciphering the complete meaning. She could draw inferences from one example and definitely belonged to the top students.
While the two were arguing, Mrs. Miller had already boarded the sightseeing car. Seeing Zachary bringing Winona along, she admired, "Winona, you and Mr. Bailey look great together."
Mr. Miller next to her, however, had a fleeting look in his eyes.
Winona awkwardly smiled a few times, not knowing how to respond. After all, in the eyes of others, the way Zachary and she were holding hands was that of an exemplary couple.
Upon arriving at the golf course, she immediately put on her sunglasses, closed her eyes, and half-laid on the chair to get some rest. In the past few months, she had frequently stayed up late, and her disrupted biological clock made it difficult for her to fall asleep. Coupled with her habit of needing to get used to new beds, she had struggled to sleep until three in the morning.
"Mrs. Bailey," Mr. Miller's voice, deliberately lowered to reveal a hint of greasiness, "Are you and Mr. Bailey not really married? How much money does he give you to support you? I'll double the amount."
Winona turned her head and only then noticed that Zachary and Mrs. Miller were not in their positions. She took off her sunglasses and slightly opened her lips, and declared a number to him, "Three hundred million dollars."
She and Zachary had always been in a secret marriage. Although they had publicly acknowledged it a few days ago at Lydia's birthday banquet, there were no reporters present, so only the guests from that night knew her identity.
It was normal that Mr. Miller, who was far away in Zeeland, didn't know.
At first, Mr. Miller was captivated by Winona's beautiful face, but then he was hit in the face by the phrase '300 million dollars', his meaty features contorted, "300 million dollars? Are you still dreaming from this morning's sleep? Even the most beautiful dancer I support isn't worth that much. Do you think your figure can compare to someone who has been dancing since childhood?"
Unless someone is crazy, who would spend 300 million dollars to keep a woman? He didn't even spend that much on his wife.
"The most beautiful dancer?" Winona looked at him with a slight surprise. "Fiona?"
The only person she knew who was hailed by the media and the public as the 'most beautiful dancer' was Fiona.
Mr. Miller arrogantly lifted his chin, seemingly showing off to her, "It's her, who else could be worthy of the title 'most beautiful dancer'?"
Winona sneered and sarcastically replied, "You're really something."
After saying that, she turned her head and ignored him.
If Zachary heard about Mr. Miller supporting Fiona, he would definitely be furious. But she wasn't kind enough to remind him. He'd better boast about it in front of Zachary.
At first, Winona found the noise on the field annoying, but she eventually couldn't hold on and fell asleep.
Someone pushed her in her sleep, and she faintly heard that person calling her name.
"Winona?"
Winona drowsily opened her eyes and unexpectedly met the flawlessly handsome face of a man.
She was startled, her thoughts instantly came back, and she almost jumped up from the chair.
Zachary's face was as calm as water, a layer of hostility covering his brows and eyes. When he saw her sitting up, he straightened his body again and said, "If you're awake, let's go. Are you a pig? You can sleep anywhere, aren't you afraid of being dragged out and slaughtered?"
With one hand in his pocket, he walked away.
Winona closed her eyes, rubbed her face, and calmly stood up from the chair.
Alright, it must have been a dream. Would that asshole Zachary call her Winona?
When she followed them out, the Millers had already changed their clothes and were waiting outside. They had lunch nearby and then spent the afternoon exploring various places. The resort was spacious and had beautiful scenery. Since they were usually busy, they took this rare opportunity to enjoy a vacation.
They had dinner at a restaurant. It wasn't until then that Winona found out the contract had been signed. Thinking that she could leave at the latest tomorrow, she felt happy and drank a few more glasses with Mrs. Miller.
It was fruit wine, sweet in taste and not too strong. But unexpectedly, it had a strong aftereffect.
Mrs. Miller affectionately held Winona's hand, "Winona, I feel like we get along well. It was just that this time was too rushed and I couldn't have a proper chat with you. When you and Mr. Bailey come to Zeeland, I will definitely take you around Zeeland."
Naturally, Winona readily agreed, but she knew she wouldn't go. Not to mention whether she would really get along with Mrs. Miller.
They weren't that familiar, and even if they were, she didn't want to get involved with Zachary again.
After dinner, Mr. Miller said he wanted to continue at the upstairs clubhouse, but Winona told that she was drunk and needed to rest in her room, letting them go and play.
The club and the hotel's elevators were separate. Winona apologized sincerely, "I'm really sorry. I've never been good at drinking. I ruined your fun. This club is famous in New York for its service and is worth a visit."
Zachary glanced at her with a cold expression.
Ignoring him, Winona continued, and he had been wearing an expressionless face all night, looking like someone owed him money.
She frowned, looking uncomfortable. "The Millers are enjoying themselves, so I'll go back to my room first."
As soon as she turned around, Zachary grabbed her waist and pulled her back into his embrace. "I won't go to the club either. My wife isn't feeling well, so I'll take her back to rest."
He turned his head to look at Dylan, who had been invisible for two days, and ordered, "Take care of the Millers."
After they left, Winona's drunkenness disappeared instantly from her face. She pushed him away and stood up straight, showing no signs of vulnerability as before.
"I'm not uncomfortable, and I don't need you to escort me. Go back to your own room."
"Good thing you're not drunk," Zachary said with a dark face, pulling her towards their room, "I happen to have something to ask you."
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