Chapter 619 Temporarily Withheld for Six Months
The dizziness hit Zachary fast and hard, accompanied by a sharp ringing in his ears. Thankfully, it passed quickly, and he didn't faint.
Zachary's brow furrowed tightly. Though he was conscious, the headache persisted. He instinctively raised his hand to rub his temples, only to realize someone was holding his arm.
It was Maeve, looking at him with a serious expression. "Zach, are your symptoms getting worse? You missed your follow-up yesterday. Ignoring it will only make it worse."
"Thanks," Zachary said, pulling his arm away from her grasp. "I'm fine."
But his face told a different story. He looked terrible, with furrowed brows and bloodshot eyes. He couldn't even hold a glass of milk properly earlier. His "I'm fine" lacked any conviction.
"Judging by how you look, today must be rough. You probably won't sleep tonight. Let's go to the café on the first floor. I'll give you a therapy session," Maeve suggested. She had done his therapy during his last hospital visit. "It won't be as effective without professional equipment, but it should ease your headache. You can see Violette at the hospital tomorrow."
Zachary's headache was indeed severe, and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. "Alright."
It was still morning, and the café was nearly empty. Zachary ordered a glass of milk and found a table in the back. He leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. "Go ahead."
"Maybe you should drink your milk first and relax a bit..."
"No need."
Maeve moved behind him, her fingers pressing on his temples and massaging backward. Her technique was professional, with just the right amount of pressure. In less than twenty minutes, the intense headache began to subside. Zachary's furrowed brow relaxed, and his mind started to clear. "Maeve, could I ask you a favor?"
She looked down at his sharp features, seemingly lost in thought, her gaze unfocused.
When she didn't respond, Zachary opened his eyes and met her vacant stare.
Realizing he was watching her, Maeve snapped back to attention. "Of course, what do you need? I'll do my best. You saved me last time, and I still don't know how to thank you."
"I need someone to learn this therapy technique. Name your price, or any other conditions you might have."
Zachary knew Maeve had a gambling father. Though her parents were divorced and she lived with her mother, the saying "a father's debt is a child's debt" held true. Her life couldn't be easy.
Maeve's face turned bright red. "No need."
Realizing her words might be misunderstood, she quickly added, "No need for payment. I learned this in school, and Violette gave me some pointers during my internship. It's nothing special. If you find it helpful, I can do it for you daily, free of charge."
She was still a young college student, and her nervousness showed.
"You're too modest. I've had massages before, but none were as effective," Zachary said, sitting up as his headache eased. "My headaches have been more frequent, and my insomnia worse. I want someone close to me to learn this, so they can help in emergencies."
To Zachary, Maeve was just a doctor, so he didn't hide his condition from her.
Maeve said, "It takes time to learn, and the initial results won't be as good. I don't have any other part-time jobs right now, so I can help you after work. It should ease your pain."
Zachary replied, "I'm afraid my wife might misunderstand. She's quite jealous."
That shut Maeve up instantly.
Mentioning Winona brought a smile to Zachary's lips, lifting his mood despite the pain.
Hearing Winona's name, Maeve remembered the misunderstanding at the second-hand luxury store and apologized, "Zach, I'm sorry about last time. I didn't know she was your wife. I didn't mean to cause trouble."
Dylan had gone to her house to pick up clothes, and she found out the woman was Zachary's wife.
Though she didn't know the details, she could imagine how she'd feel if her husband's clothes were at another woman's place. She'd be furious too.
Now, hearing that Winona was jealous, Maeve felt even more guilty. "If your wife misunderstood, I can explain to her."
"No need. She's not mad," Zachary said, finishing his milk. "I'll contact you once I find someone. We'll work around your schedule, and you can think about the payment."
With his headache eased, Zachary felt sleepy. He drove home instead of going back downstairs.
Miles away, Winona sneezed loudly, thinking she had caught a cold from kicking off the covers last night, unaware that Zachary had labeled her as "jealous."
She was video chatting with Rebecca.
Rebecca looked dejected, speaking weakly, "If you want to laugh, just do it. Don't hold back."
Winona didn't want to laugh; she just felt bad for Rebecca. "So, what now?"
"DUI, six-month license suspension, and a thousand-dollar fine."
Rebecca had left Anthony's house and remembered she had been drinking, so she called for a ride. The driver would arrive in five minutes, so she decided to move her car to the parking lot exit. Unfortunately, she hadn't even left the lot when she bumped into a car. The driver was a cop in uniform, about to start his shift.
In the empty parking lot, their eyes met. The cop, still buttoning his shirt, walked over with a breathalyzer. "Blow into this."
A fateful encounter.
Rebecca regretted it deeply. "Why did I have to open the window? If I hadn't looked at him..."
Nothing would have happened.
"And why didn't I wait a few more minutes for the driver?"
Winona was silent.
She had no words.
"What about Mr. Lewis?"
"In times like this, Mr. Lewis is useless. Only God can help, and only if He can turn back time."
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