Chapter 593 Senile Dementia
Anthony leaned in close to Rebecca, so close she almost thought he was going to kiss her, but he stopped just an inch from her lips.
His breath brushed her cheek as he spoke in a low voice, "Rebecca, you've got no proof."
Despite the gentle, almost coaxing tone, Rebecca felt nothing but irritation.
Rebecca remained silent.
So, when logic fails, you resort to being unreasonable? And the worst part is, you’re so shameless about it.
Anthony examined the cut on her tongue closely. "It's not too bad, no need for medication right now."
Rebecca rolled her eyes and pushed him away. "I bit my tongue by accident, not trying to bite it off. How serious could it be? Have you ever seen anyone need medication for a simple tongue bite?"
"It's late. I'm heading home. I have work tomorrow."
The dog seemed to sense she was leaving. It had been lying quietly by her feet, but now it started tugging at her pant leg, growling softly.
Anthony looked down. "Rebecca..."
Rebecca cut him off sharply, "Shut up."
She looked at the dog gnawing on her pants and tried to shake it off. "Anthony, what are you doing? Stop biting my pants, or else..."
She was about to threaten it, but remembered Anthony's words and changed her tone. "Or else I'll make your dad pay for it."
Anthony chuckled. "If you want to call my name, you can do it openly. No need to use the dog as an excuse."
What a jerk. She shot back, "So you named it 'Reba' because you wanted to call my name but didn't have the guts to do it openly?"
You’re such a weirdo, playing these games.
Anthony replied, "No, I named it that because I want it to be strong."
Anthony continued, "It looks like it doesn't want you to leave. Why don't you stay here tonight? I'll take you to work tomorrow."
Rebecca suddenly realized, "So this was your plan all along, huh?"
Anthony glanced at her. "As a girlfriend, you're really not doing a great job."
"What do you mean?" How did this turn into a critique of her as a girlfriend?
Does he think they have to sleep together to be a proper couple? And why did Anthony's voice sound a bit... sad?
"We've been dating for a month now. We've only met once, talked on the phone three times, and barely texted. Do you think you're doing a good job as a girlfriend?"
Rebecca bit her lip, feeling a bit guilty. "But that doesn't mean we have to live together, right?"
Anthony gave her a look that said 'Dream on.' "You can sleep in the guest room."
The first day back at work after the holidays.
Dylan walked into Zachary's office with a stack of files. "Mr. Bailey, these are urgent. You have a meeting with the executives at 10:30, and an appointment with the wedding planner at 1:00 PM..."
"The wedding planner?" Zachary paused his signing and looked up. "We haven't decided on one yet, have we? Go through the options and send me a shortlist. I'll make the final decision."
Dylan looked surprised. "I thought we already chose Forever Together Company? Or do you want to reconsider?"
Dylan's reminder jogged Zachary's memory. They had indeed chosen a wedding planner before the holidays. He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit tired. "No need to reconsider. Just send me their details again."
Dylan opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. "Okay."
He had already sent Zachary the details of several wedding planners, but it seemed Zachary had completely forgotten.
Leaving the CEO's office, Dylan went to the break room to make coffee and ran into Richard, who was making his breakfast shake. "Have you noticed Mr. Bailey acting a bit off lately?"
Richard didn't look up. "Yeah."
"You've noticed too, right? Mr. Bailey used to have an incredible memory. He could recall details from years ago perfectly. But lately, it's like he's got early-onset dementia, always forgetting things."
Dylan leaned in, lowering his voice. "Do you think Mr. Bailey is getting old? They say smart people age faster."
Talking about this, he completely forgot about their rivalry for the assistant position.
Richard glanced at Dylan with a hint of disdain. "The most off thing about Mr. Bailey is that he hasn't fired you yet."
Dylan's anger flared. "Richard, are you looking for a fight? I've put up with you long enough. You came after me, and you don't respect your seniors. Now you're trying to take my job."
Richard took a slow sip of his shake. "Don't worry, you won't have to put up with me much longer."
Dylan's eyes lit up. "You're quitting?"
"No, but with your lack of emotional intelligence, you'll probably get fired by Mr. Bailey soon."
In the afternoon.
Zachary found time to visit the hospital, specifically to see Dr. Violette.
Violette said, "Memory loss is a normal side effect. The medication you took was quite strong and has affected your nervous system. While your body can repair the damage over time, it will take a while."
She wrote a note: [Maeve, take Mr. Bailey for a brain scan.]
The scan room was next door. Maeve changed the sheets and had Zachary lie down. "Mr. Bailey, this scan will take a while. Because of your condition, it needs to be done while you're asleep for the most accurate results."
Zachary checked his watch. It was almost 3 PM. He frowned. "How long is 'a while'?"
He didn't want Winona to worry.
Maeve wasn't sure. "It depends on the scan."
Zachary got up. "Sorry, I need to call my wife first."
"Of course."
Zachary called Winona, but she was in a meeting with other contestants selected for an international competition. Her phone was on silent, so she missed the call.
Seeing the call go to voicemail, Zachary guessed she was busy and sent her a text saying he had to work late and would be home later than usual.
He put his phone away and returned to the scan room. "Let's start."
Maeve attached the electrodes, chatting as she worked. "The person you're so worried about, even when you're sick, must be very special."
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