Chapter 628 How About Enduring for One Night
"Calling Anthony for every little thing is like calling a dog, isn't it?"
Anthony shrugged and gave Zachary a helpless look before heading to the front desk and pulling out his passport.
Rebecca turned to Winona, "Are you staying with me or with someone else? If you're staying with him, I'll book three rooms."
She rolled her eyes dramatically at the mention of Zachary.
The receptionist recognized Winona as one of their guests for the competition. "Sorry, we only have two rooms left."
Rebecca's eyes immediately darted to Anthony, gritting her teeth as she repeated his words, "Two rooms left? This is straight out of a soap opera, isn't it? You should've left just one room to make sure things get interesting."
Anthony was indeed a lawyer with no principles, driven solely by money.
Anthony remained silent, caught between laughter and tears.
Winona felt bad for Anthony, thinking he was the epitome of being unfairly blamed. She defended him, "This probably has nothing to do with Mr. Lewis. People from all over the world are staying here for the competition. The hotel must really be out of rooms. Two rooms are just right; we'll take one, and Mr. Lewis and his group can take the other."
Zachary stayed silent.
She claimed she wasn't mad, but clearly, she was furious. She didn't even use his name, just referred to him as "them."
After checking in, they went upstairs. The two rooms were conveniently next to each other. Winona opened one of them, "Rebecca and I will stay in this room..."
Before she could finish, Zachary grabbed her and pulled her inside, shutting the door behind them.
The whole sequence was quick and smooth, giving no time for anyone to react. He must have planned it downstairs. By the time Rebecca realized what had happened, all she saw was a dark door.
Anthony chuckled softly from the side.
Rebecca turned her head angrily towards the sound.
Anthony waved his room key at her, "How about you put up with it for one night?"
She gritted her teeth, "Did you guys plan this all along?"
Anthony knew that no matter how he explained, Rebecca wouldn't believe him. He didn't bother wasting his breath and simply opened the door.
What else could she do but follow him inside? Zachary had resorted to forcibly dragging people, so he definitely wouldn't open the door and switch rooms. And Winona...
A dull thud sounded from the door.
Rebecca shivered. Forget it, under these circumstances, Winona probably couldn't make any decisions either. She couldn't sleep in the hallway, could she?
In the dark room, Zachary pinned Winona against the door, his lips close to her ear, whispering, "Winona, don't ignore me."
He hung his head, exuding a dejected aura like a dog that had been abandoned.
Zachary's warm breath fell on her cheek, making it damp. His hand slid under her shirt, caressing her slender waist, trying to appease her anger through physical touch.
Her waist was sensitive, and Zachary's cool hand made her shiver initially from the cold, but then for other reasons.
"Zachary," Winona's voice trembled, her hand pushing against his shoulder, fingers curling as she tried to push him away, "Let go and stand aside."
How could she talk properly in this situation?
Instead of letting go, Zachary pressed closer, even finding a justification for his actions, "If I let go, you'll run away."
Though he was talking to Winona, his ears were tuned to the sounds outside. Rebecca had been taken to the next room by Anthony. Given Winona's personality, she wouldn't knock on the door to get Anthony out, but she did have another room in the hotel, occupied by museum staff.
He could force Rebecca to switch rooms, but he couldn't do the same to her colleague. If he did, he wouldn't even be able to get into the hotel lobby tonight.
Winona felt suffocated under his weight, tilting her chin up, "You and her really have a connection, don't you? You saved her once; she saved you once. Dreamopolis is such a big city with so many people, yet you two keep running into each other. Quite the deep bond, huh?"
Since Zachary insisted on discussing this topic, she didn't hold back. She was angry, not because of their so-called bond, but because Zachary was still hiding things from her.
Zachary felt a headache coming on whenever he heard the word "bond."
Winona looked at him with a half-smile, her eyes bright in the darkness, making Zachary's forehead throb with a sense of foreboding.
"Speaking of which, the first time I saw Ms. Harrington, she looked familiar. Then I realized, she's like Fiona 2.0."
They only had a slight resemblance, but Maeve's tactics were far superior to Fiona's, who would reveal her true colors when provoked.
When Zachary mentioned her, his tone lacked any dislike or impatience. This meant either he had feelings for her or he was sure she had no feelings for him.
The former meant he couldn't bear to be impatient; the latter meant he had no reason to be.
Zachary said, "I saved her in the Night Club parking lot. It was dark and urgent, so I didn't see her clearly. Besides, I don't really remember what Fiona looks like."
He wasn't lying, nor was he saying it to make her happy.
Since his memory started to fade, he couldn't clearly remember the faces of people he didn't see often. It was like his brain had become nearsighted, everything was blurry unless it was close.
Winona stayed silent.
Women can be contradictory. Knowing their boyfriend remembers his ex can be painful, but if he doesn't remember, it can feel like a sad inevitability.
If she ever became his ex...
Winona quickly dismissed those melancholic thoughts. If she became Zachary's ex, then he would also be her ex. In that case, whether he remembered her or not wouldn't matter.
Zachary didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing her frown and stay silent, he thought she was angry and said anxiously, "I helped her not because she looks like Fiona, but because..."
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