Chapter 648 Zachary's Change of Heart
"Ms. Harrington," Zachary cut her off, his icy gaze barely touching her. "If there's nothing else, my wife and I are about to have dinner."
Maeve got the hint. Her eyes welled up, and her voice shook. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
She couldn't muster another word.
In her rush to leave, she forgot Kenna was sitting next to her and accidentally bumped into the little girl.
"Maeve," Kenna stopped eating her cake and looked up at her timidly. Even though she was hurt, she didn't make a sound.
Maeve grabbed the little girl's hand and hurried out.
Kenna glanced back at the half-eaten strawberry cake on the table, licking her lips longingly, but obediently followed Maeve.
They walked until they were out of sight of Zachary and Winona. Maeve stopped and turned back, staring deeply in that direction.
She wanted to see how strong their love really was.
"Maeve, did Kenna do something wrong?" The little girl was perceptive. "I said everything just like you told me. He didn't suspect anything..."
Maeve quickly covered her mouth. "Kenna, be good. What happened earlier is our little secret. No one else can hear it."
In the restaurant, Winona was leisurely flipping through the menu.
The table had been cleared, and Zachary was initially worried about how to explain Maeve's half-finished sentence if Winona asked.
But she didn't ask, and the longer she stayed silent, the more annoyed he became.
"Don't you have anything you want to ask me?" he finally said.
"Sure, what's good to eat?"
Winona waited for half a minute, but Zachary didn't respond. She turned to him, her delicate and beautiful face full of confusion. "Didn't you recommend this restaurant? Don't you know what's good?"
"Nothing's good," Zachary's headache worsened. He pressed his forehead, feeling the pulse under his fingers. "I have a headache. I don't want to talk."
He wasn't entirely sulking. To avoid suspicion, he closed his eyes and turned his face away.
The next moment, a pair of soft hands replaced his own on his forehead.
Winona hadn't formally studied massage, so her technique was far from perfect, and certainly not as effective as Maeve's.
But Zachary still felt better. The drilling pain in his head disappeared as soon as her cool fingers touched his skin.
He explained the whole situation with Maeve.
Winona raised an eyebrow, her expression ambiguous. "You and Ms. Harrington sure have a lot of coincidences."
Zachary remained silent.
Her ability to mock was becoming more refined. He knew Maeve's frequent appearances were intentional, but he couldn't figure out her motive.
Did she like him? But he was always cold to her. Unless she had a masochistic tendency, she wouldn't be interested in him.
Moreover, his headache seemed to recognize her.
If Maeve came from a family of doctors or was a skilled physician, or at least had some training, it would make sense.
But she was just an ordinary intern, yet she could do what other top doctors couldn't.
Seeing him lost in thought, Winona said sarcastically, "You seem to be reminiscing. Why not go after her? I'll give up my spot and even arrange a candlelit dinner for you two."
Zachary replied, "I didn't."
Winona didn't respond, focusing on massaging him while internally complaining about her sore hands.
"Winona, if I really didn't remember you, what would you do?"
Zachary was testing her, but he tried to sound casual, like he was joking.
Winona wasn't a psychologist and couldn't read minds, so she didn't sense his true intentions. She withdrew her hand, took out her phone, and said mysteriously, "Let me show you something."
She opened her photo album. "I've got a lineup ready, changing one every week. It could last for years. I'll parade them in front of you every day."
Zachary leaned in and was hit with a double whammy of mental and physical shock.
The screen was filled with pictures of muscular men in various poses—some in wetsuits, some in period costumes, some shirtless, some with open shirts, and even some wet and seductive. He even saw a photo with only the key parts censored.
His face turned blue with anger. He covered her phone screen with his hand, blocking the eye-catching images. "Dylan said you were very sad every day when I was missing."
"At first, I was very sad. But you're alive, just with no memory of me. I thought you loved me so much that even if you didn't remember, you'd want me to be happy, not sad every day," she said sincerely, pretending not to see Zachary's twisted expression. "For the sake of our love, I had to make sure you were at ease."
Zachary gritted his teeth. "Don't even think about it. Even if I forget everything, you can't be with other men. Did Rebecca send you these photos?"
No one else would.
He had asked the Night Club manager today, mentioning a woman who booked twenty-something men. The manager immediately named Rebecca.
Rebecca wasn't the wealthiest or most influential customer at the Night Club, but she was the first to book over twenty men at once.
Winona coughed. Although Rebecca often shared pictures of handsome men with her, these photos weren't from her.
"No."
Zachary didn't believe her. He pushed the phone back to her. "Delete the photos."
His headache worsened, this time from anger.
As Winona deleted the photos, Zachary was busy texting on his phone.
A minute later, Winona's phone started vibrating wildly, the frequency so high it numbed her palm.
The screen kept flashing with new WhatsApp notifications.
The messages were from Rebecca, starting with a series of screaming emojis, then getting to the point: [Is Zachary crazy?]
[Did he get cursed and fall in love with me?]
[He just transferred a million dollars to me.]
Attached was a screenshot of the transaction.
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