Chapter 591 Kisses, Hugs, and Lifting High
Rebecca fell silent as Anthony placed a voice recorder in front of her. "Go ahead," he said.
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"If you can't handle it, then I'll just have to ask your parents next time I see them," he replied.
Rebecca shot him a fierce glare. Despicable.
Her mom might seem carefree and unreliable, but when it came to family upbringing, she was strict. If people heard that a Davis family daughter was cursing like a sailor, what would they think of the Davis family? If her mom found out, Rebecca would definitely get a beating.
Anthony was leaving her no room to resist.
With Zachary and Anthony around, what else could they talk about besides mundane things like meals and daily life?
Taking advantage of a bathroom break, Rebecca asked Winona, "Does your husband have a problem with me? I feel like he looks at me like I'm a thief. If I talk to you for more than a minute, he glares at me."
Winona remained silent.
"He wouldn't..." Rebecca dragged out her words, baring her teeth in frustration. "Is he jealous of women, too? Does he want you to cut off all your friends after getting married? Is he trying to control you emotionally, making you isolated so he can manipulate you? If he dares to treat you like that, I'll shave him bald."
"No," Winona quickly stopped her wild imagination. "He's just worried you'll introduce me to some young guy with a six-pack."
Rebecca felt wronged. "When did I ever..."
Okay, she had introduced a few guys, but it was to help people meet their sales targets. She didn't stop Winona from getting involved. If Winona was interested, Rebecca wouldn't have stopped her. She'd even clean the guy up and present him to Winona.
Feeling a bit guilty, Rebecca licked her lips. "You guys were getting divorced back then. Who knew..."
That you'd end up back together.
Rebecca's tongue was injured, making it hard to eat. The meat was tough to get off the skewer, and every bite hurt. She wasn't very hungry to begin with, and now she had even less appetite.
No drinking, no eating, and no good conversation. Sitting here was boring. Rebecca yawned. "Let's call it a night. I have work tomorrow. Let's all go home and get some sleep instead of wandering around aimlessly."
The last sentence was a direct jab at Anthony.
She didn't believe it was a coincidence that they ran into each other at the barbecue place. Anthony must have had someone investigate her and brought Zachary along to keep Winona occupied.
Rebecca stood up and headed for the door. "Winona, I didn't drive. Can you give me a ride home?"
"Sure," Winona replied.
Anthony chimed in, "What about your dog?"
Rebecca knew exactly what he was up to. He wanted to trick her into going to his place. "It's a gift for you, so it's yours now. Take good care of it. I spent a few hundred dollars on it. It's the most expensive gift I've ever given a man."
She spoke with such sincerity, her eyes glistening. Winona, knowing the truth, bit her lip to keep from laughing and slowed her pace.
Zachary slowed down, too, asking quietly, "What's up?"
"Nothing, just a bit of foot pain," Winona replied.
"I..."
"No need," Winona cut him off. "I can walk on my own."
Being carried out would be too dramatic.
Zachary said, "I just meant I could support you."
Winona fell silent. This was awkward.
Up ahead, Anthony raised an eyebrow. "A few hundred dollars? For an adult dog?"
"So what if it's an adult dog? Aren't they more valuable?"
Rebecca had taken the dog to the vet after finding it. It was an ordinary dog with many old scars and new injuries, about seven or eight years old.
Anthony said, "It's been missing you. It hasn't eaten or drunk anything lately. If this continues, it won't survive."
"I gave it to you over twenty days ago. If it were missing me, it would have stopped eating and drinking long ago. You just didn't take good care of it and are making excuses."
Rebecca saw an opportunity. She pretended to be hurt. "That dog represents my deep love for you, and you couldn't take care of it. How can I trust you to take care of me? You're too careless to be a boyfriend. We're breaking up."
"Breaking up?" Anthony asked.
"Yes," Rebecca said, trying to sound confident. "We're not right for each other. I want a gentle, caring middle-aged man. You're not that. You don't know how to take care of people."
Anthony looked at her for a moment, then said something unexpected. "Let's give it a try."
"Try what?"
"Try to see if I can take care of you," he said, reaching out to her.
Rebecca quickly stopped him, panicking. "What are you doing?"
"Taking care of you. Don't girls like being hugged and lifted? The ground is slippery. I'll carry you to the car."
"No, no, I can walk myself." She still had some dignity.
Anthony had already put his arm around her shoulder. "Let me carry you. Otherwise, you'll complain that I don't know how to take care of you and want to break up to find a gentle, caring middle-aged man."
As they passed the waiting area, which was already crowded, Anthony's words drew everyone's attention. They looked at Rebecca as if she were a heartless, unreasonable woman.
Rebecca quickly removed his arm and held his hand tightly. "I don't want you to carry me. We're not breaking up. I was just joking."
Why was Anthony so insistent on clinging to her?
She wished she could go back in time and slap herself for agreeing to give it a try with Anthony.
After leaving the barbecue place, Rebecca was still fuming but said, "I'll go check on the dog. No need for you to drive me. You guys go home and rest."
She shook off Anthony's hand, ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, and walked off. "I'll go myself. I drove here. I know where you live."
So annoying.
After Rebecca and Anthony left, Zachary looked at Winona, his hand outstretched, and asked eagerly, "Do you like hugs and being lifted?"
Winona replied with a forced smile, "Not at all."
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