Chapter 604 Looking for an Excuse to Dump Me?
Anthony stayed quiet, though he was busy with some tasks, he had been eavesdropping on their conversation. When the topic finally involved him, he was a bit puzzled but not completely clueless.
He looked up and locked eyes with Zachary, thinking for a moment. "You sure about this?"
Sure, you want to embarrass yourself?
His words were subtle. Apart from Samuel, no one else in the room picked up on the hidden meaning.
Samuel got it because he had been through the wringer with Julia. No one had it worse than him; before stepping into the bedroom, he had to decide whether to lead with his left foot or right foot based on his wife's mood. A wrong step meant he’d be banished to sleep in the study.
Under such high-pressure conditions, even a fool would become perceptive.
Moreover, he had a rough idea why Winona was giving Zachary the cold shoulder.
In this relationship, Zachary had never been the confident one. So, he hesitated instinctively but still said, "Yeah, I'm sure."
Anthony immediately dialed Rebecca's number.
Rebecca was currently sitting with her mom, forced to listen to her mom's old-fashioned beliefs about marriage, raising children, and the loneliness of old age without a spouse or kids. Not only did she have to listen, but she also had to agree, or else she'd get slapped.
This call was a rescue for her. "Hello, sir."
Her voice was as enthusiastic as it could be, full of warmth and charm, making Anthony's hand tremble, almost dropping the phone.
He hadn't recovered from Rebecca's rare enthusiasm when she started speaking rapidly, "You want to buy antiques? Something worth millions of dollars? Urgently? You want to visit the store now?"
"No rush, no rush, I have time. I'll be there right away, won't delay. As long as you're happy, I can show you around even at midnight."
Rebecca spoke while hurriedly grabbing her bag, signaling her mom that she was leaving.
She didn't dare let her mom know it was Anthony calling. Given her mom's approval of him, she might just bundle her up and send her to his bed.
Anthony stayed silent.
He waited a few seconds until he heard the sound of a door closing before speaking again. "Has Winona contacted you since she went abroad?"
Rebecca had no idea why a wealthy CEO and a top lawyer with an undefeated record would be so bored. She replied casually, "Yeah, she has. Do you need to find her?"
Zachary fell silent.
So Winona had contacted everyone except him?
His already stifled chest felt even worse because of Rebecca's answer.
Anthony said, "No reason."
Without her mother's gaze, Rebecca reverted to her true self, rolling her eyes. "Then why ask? It's boring. I'm driving now, hanging up."
"Wait," Anthony stood up and left the private room. Without others around, his cold voice softened with a hint of indulgent laughter. "What did you just call me?"
Rebecca paused, then said disdainfully, "Do you have some weird fetish? Do you like your girlfriend calling you 'sir'?"
Anthony chuckled softly. "So, girlfriend, when do you have time to grab a meal together?"
Rebecca shrank her neck uncomfortably. Even through the phone, she could feel Anthony's warm, moist breath near her ear.
Compared to this kind of interaction, she preferred it when Anthony pointed out her mistakes and threatened to sue her. At least then, she would only want to argue with him, not have her thoughts wander in strange directions.
She rubbed her ear against the phone, but the more she rubbed, the hotter it got. She carefully chose her words, afraid of offending the big shot and facing retaliation. "Mr. Lewis, I think we don't know each other well enough. Our reasons for being together are quite absurd. We don't even have mutual affection, let alone love. How about..."
Anthony's laughter disappeared, replaced by a chilling tone. "Are you trying to find an excuse to dump me again?"
Rebecca fell silent.
She had thought about it before speaking, but now that Anthony had bluntly pointed it out, she didn't dare admit it.
She wasn't making excuses; she genuinely felt they hadn't spent enough time together. She didn't feel familiar with him and didn't understand why Anthony was so invested in her, acting as if he were deeply in love and couldn't live without her.
Rebecca suspected he had some physical issues, like being naturally small and soft, and wanted to find a naive girlfriend.
And she was the fool who volunteered to take responsibility.
Anthony leaned against the wall, holding a cigarette between his lips. As he lowered his head to light it, he asked, "What counts as knowing each other well? Knowing you have a mole on your chest, does that count?"
Rebecca's mind raced with thoughts, almost overwhelming her.
But her mind couldn't explode; only her mouth could. "Anthony, are you a pervert? How do you know about my..."
Halfway through, she resigned herself to the thought.
Oh, it's normal for him to know. If he didn't know about the mole after sleeping together, she would be a failure, no different from a blow-up doll for his pleasure.
She wasn't sure if Anthony knowing about the mole made her want to annoy him or if not knowing about it made her want to annoy him.
Rebecca ground her teeth and decided to skip the topic. Otherwise, she might break down before making him uncomfortable.
She said, "Anthony, if you're sick, get treated. Do you think it's still the old days when divorce wasn't an option? Hiding physical defects is considered fraud, and a fraudulent marriage isn't legally valid."
Anthony's tone sharpened, "Hiding physical defects?"
"I know everything. Don't think you can fool me when I'm drunk," Rebecca mimicked her college psychology professor's voice. "You don't need to feel inferior. Everyone has flaws. With modern medicine, many can be treated."
But yours might be impossible. You can't just cut off someone else's and attach it to yourself.
She didn't dare say that, fearing he'd cling to her even more. "Even if it can't be completely cured, technology is advanced enough to use tools. For the sake of our acquaintance, I'll send you a full set when you get a girlfriend."
Anthony's voice grew lower and hoarser. "So, you're not satisfied with my service last time? Complaining I didn't use tools?"
This tone gave Rebecca the impression he was sad.
Afraid her words would make him feel inferior, Rebecca hurriedly said, "It's not your fault."
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