Chapter 650 Getting Married Without Spending Money
"Installments? Once a day for three months?" Rebecca ruffled her hair in frustration and shot a fierce glare at Anthony, who stood nearby like a strict proctor. "Fine, I'll start copying now. Just get out."
Rebecca slumped into her computer chair, picked up a pen, and prepared to start. The content didn't look like much, but copying it a hundred times was still a painful task.
But if she didn't copy it, Anthony would go to her mom and make up stories. Better to endure this than be sent away.
Revenge is a dish best served cold. One day, she'd make Anthony pay. Not just copying a hundred times, but kneeling while doing it.
Noticing Anthony hadn't moved, Rebecca looked up angrily. "You're not planning to stand here and watch me finish, are you?"
Anthony's lips were pressed together as he stared down at her. His expression wasn't exactly dark, but it wasn't pleasant either.
Rebecca was startled by his gaze, her heart skipping a beat. Was there something wrong with him?
She patted her chest, about to look away, when Anthony leaned down and kissed her. His soft lips met hers, and the next second, his tongue pressed against her teeth, turning the brief kiss into a deep, lingering one.
His hand threaded through her hair, holding the back of her head in a controlling grip.
Feeling the warmth of Anthony's palm, a random thought flashed through Rebecca's mind: she hadn't washed her hair in two days.
"Rebecca, can you call Anthony and ask where he is?" Natalie's voice came from the doorway, then quickly stopped.
Rebecca pushed Anthony away and turned to the door, locking eyes with a shocked Natalie.
Natalie calmly looked away, pretending to scan the room. "Rebecca's missing too. These kids, leaving without a word. The fruit I cut is still here."
She turned and went downstairs, closing the half-open bedroom door behind her.
Rebecca was silent.
She didn't dare look at Anthony's face. Being caught kissing by Natalie was embarrassing enough, but Natalie pretending not to see was even worse. Her poor acting made Rebecca cringe.
She slumped over the desk, closed her eyes, and weakly said, "Get out. Next time you come into my room, I'll report you for trespassing."
Anthony: "Rebecca!"
Rebecca turned her head and glared at him. "What?"
"Go downstairs and eat the fruit."
"No. You can't eat it either," Rebecca said, not wanting Anthony to benefit from Natalie's fruit. "You can leave now."
Anthony sat on the single sofa across from her, set a one-hour timer on his phone, and closed his eyes to rest.
Rebecca was confused by his actions. She stood up and asked, "What are you doing? You're not planning to sleep on the sofa before leaving, are you?"
"If I go downstairs now, Natalie might misunderstand."
"If you don't go downstairs now, Natalie will definitely misunderstand..."
Halfway through her sentence, Rebecca realized Anthony's idea of misunderstanding was different from hers. Seeing his timer, she muttered, "You really care about appearances."
Her voice was too soft for Anthony to hear. "What did you say?"
"Get up," Rebecca said, pulling him from the sofa. "Go downstairs and eat the fruit."
If they stayed upstairs any longer, Natalie might think they were doing something else.
Anthony's goal was to take her downstairs. He stood up obediently, and as they reached the door, he hugged her from behind and whispered, "Rebecca, I came to meet your family tonight because I genuinely want to marry you."
This information caught her off guard. Before Rebecca could respond, Anthony let go, opened the door, and walked out, his demeanor instantly transforming into a composed and dignified gentleman.
Downstairs, Howard was poking at the fruit with a fork. Seeing the two come down, he gestured for them to join him.
Rebecca kicked him lightly, looking annoyed. "What's wrong with you? Got a twitch or something?"
Howard grinned and called out to Anthony, "Anthony, hurry up and marry this fierce woman. My legs are about to be kicked off."
Then you'll be the one getting hit.
Anthony chuckled and grabbed Rebecca's hand as she was about to hit Howard. "Alright."
Howard clutched his head, almost hit, and tearfully said, "Anthony, on behalf of our family, I declare we'll cover all the wedding expenses."
"Howard, you little brat," Rebecca yelled, lunging at him. "If I don't make you cry on your knees today, I'll make you regret being born!"
Anthony hurriedly held her back.
Rebecca glanced at his arms around her waist and snapped, "What are you doing? Let go."
Other men could hold women with one hand, unless it was a princess carry. Anthony had turned a romantic scene into a meme.
Anthony loosened his grip slightly, laughing. "Howard's worried you'll be mistreated if you marry me. He wants me to join your family."
Howard nodded vigorously.
Rebecca blinked, touched. "I didn't spoil you for nothing. I bought the game console you wanted!"
Not only did she promise, but she also pulled out her phone and paid for it on the spot.
Ten minutes later, Rebecca regretted it. Howard sent her a meme of a man holding a pig, with their faces swapped onto it.
"Howard!" she roared. "Forget about the game console. I'd rather let a dog chew on it than give it to you."
The Bailey Group.
Zachary had been incredibly busy lately, wishing for 48-hour days. Meetings, social events, and various tasks kept him on his toes.
As he walked out, listening to Dylan's report on the afternoon's schedule, several company executives followed behind.
It was lunchtime, and the lobby was crowded and noisy.
"Mr. Bailey." A familiar female voice came from the nearby lounge.
It was Maeve.
She approached, glanced at Dylan, then said, "Mr. Bailey, I need to talk to you. Can we step aside for a moment?"
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