Chapter 642 Hero Saves the Beauty
Winona left without a second thought, not even pausing to see how Zachary would handle the situation. She even took the coffee from his hand as she walked away.
The sound of her high heels faded into the distance, leaving Zachary standing there with his empty hand still suspended in mid-air.
Behind him, Maeve was struggling to stand up, using her hands for support. Her movements caused the wounds on her joints to reopen, and bright red blood trickled down her slender legs.
Someone nearby spoke up, "Why is she bleeding so much? This is dangerous. You should take her to the hospital right away. What kind of boyfriend are you?"
Zachary frowned in annoyance. There were too many people who spoke without knowing the facts. Before he could respond, Maeve spoke up first, "He's not my boyfriend."
With the misunderstanding cleared up, Zachary didn't say anything further. He turned his attention to Maeve, "Do you need me to call an ambulance?"
"No need, Mr. Bailey. It's just a minor injury," she said, using a tissue to clean the blood off her leg, revealing several old scars.
She pressed her lips together and gave him a slight smile, regaining her usual aloof demeanor, with a hint of stubbornness. "I was just scared and panicked earlier, which led to Winona misunderstanding. I'm sorry."
Zachary nodded at her and walked towards his car.
As he opened the car door, Winona was sitting in the back seat, sipping coffee. She lazily glanced up at him, "Do you think Maeve looks a bit like Fiona?"
She turned her head to look in Maeve's direction. Maeve was already at the roadside, hailing a cab. Her pant leg was still rolled up, and though the bleeding had stopped, the wound was still quite shocking.
Winona's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
Zachary felt a pang of anxiety. This was a question he couldn't answer. He stared straight ahead, "I didn't really look closely."
Winona smirked and took a slow sip from her straw, "Oh, I thought you were playing the hero because you saw her face."
'She has a personality like yours.'
At the crucial moment, Zachary's mind seemed to sharpen, and he swallowed the words that were about to come out, "I didn't see her face clearly at the time."
The back seat fell silent. Zachary couldn't tell if Winona believed him or not. He glanced at the rearview mirror and met her gaze.
Winona said, "Hurry up and drive."
Zachary suspected that the only reason she hadn't left was because she didn't want to drive herself. She was still angry; otherwise, she wouldn't have moved from the passenger seat to the back.
Before they left, he was her fiancé. Now, he was just the driver.
It was afternoon, and the sun was blazing. The car was warm, and Winona leaned back in her seat, listening to the soft, soothing music that helped her relax.
Afternoons naturally made people sleepy. She yawned several times and fell asleep, thinking: Zachary's car smells different than before.
Winona slept soundly. When the car stopped, she just shifted her position and continued sleeping, too tired to open her eyes.
The next moment, the back door opened, letting in a cool breeze. Winona frowned and mumbled, "Cold."
Zachary closed the door and saw she was deeply asleep. He called her name softly, "Winona."
His voice was gentle, but it still woke her. She slowly opened her eyes, groggy, and looked outside, "Is it dark? How long did I sleep?"
She realized they were in an underground parking lot.
Her body felt weak, and her mind was foggy, but she remembered something, "Did you change the scent in your car?"
Before she could finish asking, Zachary grabbed her chin and kissed her. The dry taste of tobacco filled her mouth. He pressed her against the seat, one hand on her waist and the other on her arm, kissing her passionately.
Winona's eyes widened, her thoughts suddenly clear. The scent in the car was forgotten.
When her body went limp, Zachary finally let her go, brushing his thumb over her smudged lipstick, "Let's go soak in the hot springs."
While things were harmonious between Zachary and Winona, Maeve was facing a different situation. She took a cab back to her rented basement apartment. Just as she was about to change clothes, her father showed up.
She opened the door a crack. If she weren't afraid of him causing a scene, she wouldn't have opened it at all, "I'll give you the money in a couple of days..."
Her father interrupted her harshly, "I don't care..."
Maeve quickly pulled him inside, looking around to make sure no one was watching them, then closed the door.
Tom continued to curse, "I bought stuff for that brat today. You better reimburse me every penny."
Maeve lowered her voice, "If you keep shouting, Zachary might hear you. Then forget about money; you might not even keep your life."
Mentioning her wealthy future husband made her father shut up, "I don't care. You told me to take her shopping, and I did. You owe me for everything I spent."
He grew more disdainful, "You're just like your mother, useless and can't keep a man."
Maeve stood there like a wooden statue, used to his insults over the years. Finally, her father asked, "What about your previous sugar daddy? Didn't he give you any money when you broke up?"
"Get out."
"You dare tell me to get out? You..."
"Get out," Maeve shouted hysterically, opening the door, "If you want the money, leave right now."
Her father cursed as he left. Maeve collapsed onto her bed, burying her head in the pillow. Soon, muffled sobs filled the room.
Zachary took Winona to a hot spring hotel. It was dinner time, so after changing clothes, they went to the restaurant upstairs.
The resort offered both included buffets and high-end restaurants for an extra fee.
Winona flipped through the menu, "What do you want to eat?"
Zachary replied, "Anything's fine. You pick what you like."
She looked up, her lipstick completely wiped off, but her natural lip color was beautiful, so she still looked stunning.
"Alright," she said, smiling meaningfully at Zachary. She called the waiter and pointed at the menu, "This, this, and this..."
She ordered single servings.
When the food arrived, Winona's side of the table was full, while Zachary only had a set of utensils in front of him, "Where's mine?"
"You said anything's fine, so play with your knife and fork."
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