Chapter 649 A Kiss for a Time
Rebecca's fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed, and in the time it took Winona to read a message, another ten had come through: [Winona, don't be sad. I'm gonna give that jerk a piece of my mind.]
[He actually tried to come between us.]
Then came a barrage of angry emojis, filling the screen with a chaotic mess.
[Damn it.]
[Got it wrong.]
[Zachary didn't send me money because he likes me. He wanted me to stay away from you.]
[That bastard even accused me of sending you obscene photos, saying I was a bad influence.]
Winona glanced over at Zachary. He had his head slightly bowed, his strong jawline and forehead creating a striking profile.
He was frowning as he typed, and she wondered if he was messaging Rebecca.
The thought of the usually stern and aloof Zachary sending money to Rebecca over a few easily found internet images made her chuckle.
A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she replied: [Don't listen to him. You didn't corrupt me...]
Before she could finish typing, another message from Rebecca popped up: [Zachary's so slow. I send ten messages, and he can only reply to one. With that kind of speed, can he make you happy?]
Winona stared at her phone screen, silently deleting the "you didn't corrupt me" part, and asked curiously: [How do you type so fast?]
Her phone was buzzing, and so was Zachary's. The notifications were non-stop, and from what Rebecca said, she was messaging both of them.
Rebecca was single-handedly taking on both of them and winning.
Rebecca: [I'm using my phone and my computer.]
[What obscene photos? Send them to me for a laugh. I need to use them to slap Zachary's old-fashioned face. Those aren't obscene photos; they're educational biology diagrams.]
[He's just a prude who thinks everyone else is as perverted as he is.]
Rebecca was in the middle of her rant when there was a knock on her bedroom door. She sprinted to the door barefoot, ready to dash back.
She thought it was her mom, but it was Anthony. She stopped mid-turn, slowly pivoting back with a forced smile, "Weren't you chatting downstairs? What are you doing up here?"
She had brought Anthony home to meet her parents.
Not because she was planning to get married, but because her mom had said if she brought a boyfriend home within three months, she wouldn't be pressured to marry or go on blind dates for the next five years.
Five years of freedom in exchange for introducing Anthony? It was a deal too good to pass up.
Her mom had made it clear that it didn't matter if it worked out or not.
So, she could bring Anthony home today and dump him tomorrow, and the five-year deal would still stand.
Anthony smiled innocently, holding up his phone, "Zachary messaged me."
Rebecca asked cautiously, "What did he say?"
Judging by Anthony's expression, it wasn't anything good.
"He said you sent Winona obscene photos, encouraged her to commit crimes, and sent me your confession."
Rebecca hadn't sent the photos and didn't even know what they were, but she had admitted to it just to mess with Zachary.
Damn it.
She hadn't expected Zachary to break the rules and tattle like a child.
Anthony walked past her to the computer. Rebecca wanted to stop him, but one look from him silenced her.
In those few seconds, he had already pulled up the legal consequences for distributing obscene photos and videos: "Write it out a hundred times and recite it to me."
Rebecca protested, "I'm not writing it. Over my dead body. Anthony, do you know whose house you're in? Acting all high and mighty on my turf?"
Anthony, the jerk, wanted her to write out those ridiculous rules a hundred times.
While she fumed, Anthony remained calm, giving her a sidelong glance, "Fine."
He turned to leave.
Rebecca's instincts kicked in, and she grabbed his arm, "Where are you going?"
The less Anthony said, the more dangerous he was.
"I'm going to talk to your mom about our wedding."
Rebecca's temper flared, and she glared at him, "Get back here. You're not going."
Given how much her mom liked Anthony, if he mentioned marriage, she'd be packed off to his place in no time.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, "Do I have to write it?"
Her bravado had vanished.
"Write it at home, tear it up when you're done. Or do you want to keep it as a reminder?"
This wasn't a reminder; it was humiliation.
Anthony watched her puffed-up cheeks, "Don't want to write it?"
"Of course not. Would you want to write this crap?" She angrily pulled out paper and a pen, making a big show of it.
"I've done it before."
She had forgotten Anthony was a law student.
Anthony: "One kiss for each time."
Without thinking, Rebecca leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't the first time, and she didn't mind. She liked Anthony's looks and didn't feel like she was losing out.
As she leaned in for a second kiss, Anthony stopped her, "Are you planning to peck me a hundred times like a woodpecker?"
He teased, "Do you know the difference between a kiss and a peck? Or do I need to teach you?"
Rebecca's face twisted, "If not like this, then how? French kiss a hundred times? Are you crazy? Our lips would be raw."
Anthony was silent.
What should have been romantic sounded unappealing coming from Rebecca.
He suggested, "We can do it in installments."
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