Chapter 592 Selling You
As soon as Rebecca walked in, a dog came barreling towards her, knocking her off balance. The dog was so excited, jumping and barking, that it was hard to believe Anthony's claim that it was on the brink of death from not eating or drinking.
The dog had gained quite a bit of weight under Anthony's care, no longer the skinny thing it once was. Rebecca stumbled back a step from the impact and ended up colliding with Anthony.
Rebecca awkwardly hovered her hand, unsure where to place it, and finally settled on the dog's head. She gave it a couple of pats before her hand was covered in slobber.
"Did you name it yet?"
She turned and grabbed Anthony's shirt, using the opportunity to wipe her hand on his expensive clothes.
Anthony glanced down at her hand, his expression unreadable.
Rebecca paused, gave a sheepish smile, and awkwardly withdrew her hand. "I have to say, you're quite the dog whisperer. It's looking really healthy and has put on some weight."
Anthony didn't call her out on her little trick. He stepped around her and headed further inside. "Reba, come eat."
Rebecca was taken aback. "Reba?"
Even though they were dating, their relationship wasn't particularly close.
Reba.
She shivered at the intimate nickname, rubbing her arms to ward off the goosebumps. Judging by how naturally he said it, he must have practiced it countless times in private.
Watching Anthony's retreating figure, Rebecca couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Who knew Anthony had this side to him?
And honestly, his deep voice made the name sound pretty good.
But hadn't she just eaten? Did Anthony think she was a bottomless pit?
The dog, which had been happily wagging its tail and playing with her, immediately ran off towards the house at Anthony's call.
Rebecca watched as Anthony put on gloves and scooped some dog food into a small bowl in the corner. She was stunned. "What did you call it?"
Anthony turned to her. "Reba. Why?"
Rebecca was no longer charmed by the name. "Why? You dare ask why?"
She was like a cat with its fur standing on end, ready to claw at Anthony's face. "You named a dog something so close to my name? How would you feel if I named it Anto, Antony...?"
Rebecca forced a smile, her tone icy. "Does that sound good to you?"
Anthony calmly replied, "It's Reba."
His explanation did nothing to soothe her. "Have you ever heard of a dog named Reba?"
Anthony said, "I named it Reba because I want it to be strong."
Anthony went to the bathroom.
The dog, now finished with its food, came back to her side, seeking attention and rolling over for belly rubs.
Its wounds were almost healed, with the deepest one already scabbed over.
Rebecca petted its head, the dog obediently letting her. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, unable to bring herself to say the name.
She suspected Anthony did it on purpose, choosing a name so similar to hers.
"Doggy, I saved you, right?" Rebecca leaned down, looking into the dog's innocent eyes. "It’s freezing outside, and people are eating dog meat. If I hadn't brought you back, you'd be in a stew by now. So, don't you think you owe me?"
The dog blinked at her.
Rebecca was delighted, even though she knew it was just a coincidence.
When Anthony came out of the bathroom, he saw Rebecca having a full conversation with the dog.
Rebecca whispered to the dog, "I'm going to give you a new name. From now on, you're 'Anthony.' Remember, when I call 'Anthony,' you come to me, okay?"
The dog didn't react.
"No response means you agree, Anthony."
The dog remained silent.
Rebecca pretended to be angry, lightly pinching her ear. "If you don't listen, I'll sell you to a butcher."
"Don't scare it," Anthony said, walking over. "It escaped from a butcher. Those new wounds are from when it was trying to get away."
Rebecca nearly jumped out of her skin. "You walk so quietly! I was just kidding. If I wanted to sell it, why would I bring it back?"
Hearing that the dog had escaped from a butcher, Rebecca felt a pang of sympathy and petted its head.
It really was a poor thing.
Anthony said, "It understands."
"Alright, alright, I was wrong. Go to your dad." Rebecca pushed the dog towards Anthony and stood up. "I've seen the dog, so I'll head out."
"Have a drink?" Anthony suggested, pulling a bottle of wine from the cabinet. "It's from a friend's vineyard. It's pretty good. Want to try?"
Rebecca recoiled at the sight of the wine, especially when alone with Anthony. She shook her head, as if avoiding a snake. "I quit."
Anthony didn't push. "Then sit down. Let me check your tongue."
"No need. It's just a bite. It's healed."
"Drink or let me check. Your choice."
This was a classic Foot-In-The-Door technique. Most people would instinctively choose the easier option, but Rebecca wasn't most people. She was impulsive and strong-willed. "You can choose all you want. I'm not picking either. Drinking and checking my tongue are my decisions."
Seeing Anthony's hand lift slightly, Rebecca warned, "Mr. Lewis, forcing a woman to do something against her will is illegal. I could sue you."
She raised an eyebrow triumphantly. This was the first time she had the upper hand with Anthony. Making the unbeatable lawyer Anthony lose was something she could brag about forever.
Anthony cupped her chin, and with a gentle squeeze, Rebecca's mouth opened involuntarily.
Anthony's amused voice came from above. "Technically, yes, but for trivial matters like this, it's usually settled privately. Besides..."
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