Chapter 583 Deep Affection
Realizing what she was saying, Rebecca suddenly fell silent. After a few seconds, she snapped, "Why are you calling?"
Anthony replied, "Let's grab dinner tonight."
"Dinner, huh? Let me check my schedule... I'll squeeze you in..."
"Forget it. If I have to wait, I'll just ask Howard. He mentioned wanting to talk a few days ago."
At the mention of her troublesome brother, Rebecca's bravado vanished. What had she done in a past life to deserve a brother like Howard, who only ever seemed to deceive her?
Rebecca interrupted Anthony, "What are you talking about? The waiting list is for others. You're my boyfriend; you can't be treated like an outsider. We'll have dinner tonight. What do you want to eat?"
She was seething, but it didn't stop her from speaking in a sweet, flattering tone. The seamless switch between these two states made Winona marvel at her skill.
"Anything's fine," Anthony said, fearing she might start listing every country's cuisine. "You decide and let me know. I'll make the reservation."
Rebecca was speechless.
She hated it when people said "anything" when asked about food. Her temper flared, and she almost told him to get lost. "Let's have Indian food."
She planned to eat two bowls of fried rice before dinner and then watch him eat.
After a moment of silence, Anthony suggested, "How about Mexican?"
Rebecca sneered.
A grown man with no opinions.
After hanging up, Winona, holding her dessert, sighed dramatically, "Someone's having a fancy dinner tonight. Looks like you guys are stuck with me. I have no dinner plans."
Rebecca forced a fake smile. "Want to come with us?"
She didn't really want to be alone with Anthony anyway.
Winona clasped her hands together, "Spare me. These cakes are more than enough."
After their afternoon tea, Rebecca dragged Winona shopping. As they got out of the car, they saw a dog by the roadside. Rebecca rummaged through the car and tossed it a sausage.
When they finished shopping, the dog was still there, sitting obediently by the car. Seeing Rebecca, it wagged its tail furiously.
It wanted to approach, but seemed afraid of dirtying Rebecca's white pants.
Rebecca was surprised, "Is it waiting for me?"
Winona, who had never owned a dog, guessed, "Maybe it's waiting for another sausage."
Rebecca sighed, "You have no sense of romance. You just killed my budding compassion."
She tossed another sausage to the dog, "I'm leaving now. Go find your owner. Stray dogs without leashes can get hurt."
Winona teased, "Scaring a dog, really?"
"How is that scaring it? I'm just telling the truth," Rebecca said as she drove off. Winona, in the passenger seat, glanced at the rearview mirror and then leaned forward, frowning, "That dog is chasing your car."
With traffic all around, Rebecca was in the middle lane. The dog narrowly avoided several cars but didn't slow down, as if afraid of losing her, running as fast as it could.
Rebecca glanced in the mirror, "It really is. But it looks hurt."
She hadn't noticed before, but now she saw it was limping.
With horns blaring, Rebecca pulled over. The exhausted dog reached her, but didn't sit to rest. Instead, it nudged its head into her palm, seeking affection.
Rebecca petted its head, "Do you want to come with me?"
The dog whimpered softly.
"Are you a stray?"
Another soft whimper.
"Alright, get in."
Rebecca opened the door, and the dog jumped in, wagging its tail vigorously.
Winona was speechless.
A perfect human-dog communication.
"Are you going to keep it?"
Rebecca gave her a knowing smile, "I don't have time to walk it every day. This is my gift to Mr. Lewis."
It would wear him out.
She was so tired after a day at the shop that she just wanted to collapse.
Winona could already imagine Anthony's face when he received this "gift."
December 15th.
It was Matthew's 30th birthday. Winona had no idea what to get him, so she asked Zachary for advice.
Watches and ties seemed too personal and could be misunderstood. But she didn't know of any hobbies Matthew had. When she worked part-time at the Watson Group, he was always working late, even on weekends. She couldn't give him office supplies; that would be too impersonal.
Zachary frowned, displeased. "Why are you giving him a gift? The family doesn't need two gifts."
He didn't want anything Winona gave to end up with Matthew, not even a piece of paper. Who knew if Matthew would misinterpret it as a sign of interest and rekindle old feelings?
Winona argued, "We're not married yet, and Matthew sent me an invitation. It would be rude to go empty-handed."
Zachary was even more annoyed. "He sent you an invitation? When?"
"A few days ago."
Matthew had delivered it to the museum.
Zachary grumbled, "He's still scheming. Why didn't he send invitations to other women?"
"Shut up. When you were missing, Matthew helped Dad a lot. He sees me as a sister now, with no romantic interest."
Winona rolled her eyes. "Do you think I'm an angel? I'm with you now. Matthew wouldn't wait around like a lovesick puppy. Even an angel couldn't make someone that devoted without magic."
She believed that if she and Zachary hadn't been on the verge of divorce, Matthew might never have developed feelings for her.
Zachary insisted, "Then why did he send you an invitation? We're together, and I've proposed."
They were just a marriage certificate away from being married.
He needed to get that certificate soon to solidify his claim.
Matthew was clearly not giving up.
Winona explained, "It's a formality. We're not married yet. If he didn't invite me, should I go or not? Not going would be rude, and going would be awkward."
Zachary pulled Winona into his arms, his chin resting on her head, "You can buy a gift, but you have to..."
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