Chapter 590 Quite Seriously Injured
Late Night Diner.
Winona spotted Rebecca before she even stepped inside. Rebecca was sitting by the window, looking bored as she doodled a pig with water on the table.
"Is that supposed to be Mr. Lewis?"
Rebecca jumped, nearly knocking over her cup. "You scared me half to death! Of all people to mention during the holidays, why him?"
Rebecca glanced around to make sure Anthony wasn't nearby, then relaxed back into her chair. "Ever heard of 'speak of the devil'? Don't mention his name around me. It's like summoning a demon."
Winona frowned, seeing how Rebecca reacted to Anthony's name like he was the plague. "Did he do something to you?"
Rebecca shook her head. "No, I just had dinner with him once after I found that stray dog. Haven't seen him since."
Winona asked, "So you really don't like him?"
If that was the case, she'd make sure to keep Anthony away from Rebecca in the future.
Rebecca thought for a moment. "It's not that I hate him, it's just..."
Her eyes widened suddenly, and she couldn't help but curse. "Damn it."
"What is it?" Winona turned around hesitantly and saw Zachary and Anthony walking in. She was speechless for a moment and felt like cursing, too.
They were dressed casually, not in any recognizable designer brands, but their commanding presence made them stand out awkwardly in the diner.
Most of the restaurant's patrons turned to look at them.
The server approached. "We don't have any open tables right now. Can I put you on the waitlist? You're first in line, so it should be about twenty minutes."
Anthony asked, "Can we share a table?"
The server was taken aback. It was the first time she'd heard of sharing a table at a barbecue place, which wasn't exactly fast food. Plus, during the holidays, people usually gathered with friends or family, making it awkward to have strangers at the same table.
Though she thought this, she said, "Sure, as long as the other guests are okay with it."
A girl at a nearby table waved. "You can join us."
The girl wore a short white fur coat, and her table was full of other girls, about seven or eight of them.
Anthony declined coldly.
Rebecca and Winona had been watching them and quickly said, "Sorry, no sharing."
Zachary met Winona's questioning gaze and quickly explained, "I didn't pick this place. I didn't know you were here."
Zachary had no qualms about throwing his friend under the bus.
Zachary asked, "If we can't share, can I sit here as family?"
With Winona here, he didn't want to eat barbecue with Anthony. They worked at the same company and could talk anytime.
Winona replied, "No, you guys wait for the next table. Rebecca and I are chatting. It'd be awkward with you here."
"Serves you right," Anthony scoffed at Zachary's rejection and turned to the server. "We'll wait then."
"Okay," the server said, handing Anthony a number. "You can wait in the lounge area and have some fruit."
"No, we'll wait here," Anthony said, looking at Rebecca with a rare smile on his usually stoic face.
Rebecca was speechless.
What did he mean by waiting here?
And why was Anthony smiling at her so slyly?
If he thought she'd be embarrassed, he was wrong. She'd order extra food just to spite him.
Rebecca called the server and ordered three more signature dishes. "And a..."
She almost ordered a drink but remembered the misunderstanding from the last time she got drunk. She bit her tongue hard.
The pain and the taste of blood filled her mouth.
Rebecca yelped in pain and stuck out her tongue, asking Winona, "Is it bleeding?"
Her tongue was already red with blood, about to drip.
Winona quickly handed her some napkins. "Yes, it's pretty bad. Press on it to stop the bleeding."
"Press on it?" Rebecca was shocked, and as she spoke, blood dripped onto the table.
Rebecca was stunned.
How hard had she bitten herself?
She felt like crying. Anthony must be her bad luck charm; nothing good ever happened when he was around.
Rebecca opened her phone's front camera to check the damage, but Anthony pressed a napkin to her tongue.
He used his napkin, which had a faint scent.
Anthony's strong fingers held Rebecca's tongue. "How do you bite yourself this badly just talking? Were you that eager to eat?"
Rebecca felt her current situation was odd and snapped, "Shut up and let go."
"The bleeding hasn't stopped."
"I can do it myself."
People were watching, and it was embarrassing. Plus, the napkin was soaked, and she could almost feel the calluses on Anthony's fingers.
With Anthony's gaze on her, the atmosphere felt strangely intimate.
Rebecca said, "Let go. It's not appropriate for you to hold my tongue in public."
Anthony glanced at her coldly. "If you want the bleeding to stop, be quiet."
Rebecca wanted to protest, but with her tongue held, she couldn't. If she moved back, Anthony just pressed harder. She felt like the bleeding would never stop at this rate.
Rebecca rolled her eyes and conceded. "Sit down."
Standing like this drew too much attention, like being on a stage with spotlights.
Zachary had already sat next to Winona. Once the bleeding stopped, they ended up sharing the table.
Anthony threw the bloody napkin away and asked Rebecca, "Still want that drink?"
Rebecca glared. "No, damn it."
Anthony frowned, clearly disliking her language. "Watch your mouth."
Seeing Anthony's reaction, Rebecca felt triumphant. She rarely swore, but she decided to do it more around Anthony just to annoy him. "I'm a crude woman. Saying 'damn it' is nothing. I can say..."
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