Chapter 655 You Are Jealous, You Like Him
Frank watched from the side, a cold smirk on his face. 'Kid, you think I don't know what you're up to?'
Zachary went back to his room, didn't even bother making the bed, and headed straight to the bathroom for a shower.
After getting ready, he spent another half hour handling some work. Figuring Frank should be asleep by now, he quietly opened his door.
The hallway was empty, lit only by the warm glow of emergency lights.
To get to Winona's room, he had to pass by Frank's room. The carpeted floor muffled his footsteps, making only the faintest rustling sound, almost imperceptible.
Still, as he passed Frank's door, he instinctively lightened his steps.
The door suddenly opened, and Frank, dressed in pajamas, stood there with a stern face. "Mr. Bailey, what are you sneaking around for in the middle of the night?"
Zachary remained silent.
"Come in, I have something to ask you."
The next morning.
Winona, well-rested, stepped out of her room and bumped into a weary-looking Zachary emerging from Frank's room.
She looked at him, then at the room behind him. "Why are you coming out of my dad's room?"
And it was clear he had stayed up all night.
Zachary lifted his eyelids slightly, replying weakly, "If I told you Frank had me playing chess all night, would you believe me?"
Winona was silent.
She was more inclined to believe they had argued all night. Given Frank's disdain for Zachary, he would never seek him out voluntarily.
Zachary was succinct. "Your dad was making sure I didn't sneak off to see you."
"Playing chess all night, and you're this exhausted?" When the company was busy, Zachary often pulled all-nighters and still looked energetic the next day. Was he getting old and losing his stamina?
Zachary could tell what she was thinking. He pulled her into his arms, pressing her against the wall for a long, deep kiss.
In the morning, a man's body is more sensitive, so even a simple kiss elicited a reaction. Holding her, his breath unsteady, he asked, "Do you think I'm old?"
His voice carried a teasing lilt.
"If you played chess with an AI all night, you'd feel even worse."
If it were just a casual game, it wouldn't be so bad. But Frank demanded a high win rate, anything below seventy percent was unacceptable, which he claimed would lower the next generation's intelligence.
He was supposed to be sleeping with Winona, but instead, he was dragged off to play chess with an AI. No wonder he was frustrated.
"Where's my dad?"
Zachary's voice was full of resentment. "Sleeping, and quite well. He didn't get up once all night."
Winona couldn't help but laugh. "Why didn't you just leave?"
"There are cameras," Frank's room was a small suite with a separate living room and bedroom. Zachary was in the living room. "Your dad already doesn't like me. If I ran, what if he refused to let you marry me?"
As he spoke, he leaned in for another kiss.
Winona tilted her head to avoid it. "If he finds out you're kissing his daughter outside his room first thing in the morning, he'll definitely have Rodolfo throw you out."
Zachary stopped but didn't let go. After a moment, he asked, "Yesterday, the front desk sent you photos of Maeve visiting me at the office. Why didn't you ask about it?"
"Ask what?"
"Ask why she came to see me, why she was holding my arm, if she had any ulterior motives."
Winona instantly understood what he was thinking and pretended to be clueless to tease him. "But I already know all that. Why bother asking? She came to report on the person behind the scenes, she held your arm because you were ignoring her, and as for the last one, hasn't she always had an agenda with you?"
Zachary thought having a smart woman wasn't always a good thing.
His chest felt tight, stifled.
"Winona, do you even like me? Did you agree to marry me just because..."
He couldn't even finish the thought. She didn't care about money, and he couldn't think of anything else she might want from him.
Seeing he was upset, Winona thought, 'Oh no, he's mad,' and quickly explained. "I didn't ask because I trust there's nothing between you and her."
Zachary snorted, his mood not improving with her explanation, his anger only growing.
"You're lying. Back in school, when a girl gave Matthew something, you stood outside their building all day. They had nothing going on, but you were not only angry, you were upset, standing there all afternoon with red eyes."
Winona looked puzzled.
Zachary's voice was cold and deliberate. "Don't tell me you don't remember."
She really didn't remember.
And back then, they were young, in school, doing something irrational wasn't unusual, right?
Zachary gritted his teeth. "You were jealous because you liked him and couldn't stand other women getting close to him. But when other women approach me, you have no reaction. Fiona, Maeve, it's the same."
Winona was still trying to recall when she had stood outside Matthew's building over a gift, but Zachary's accusations left her stunned. "What weird TV shows have you been watching lately?"
Zachary gripped her waist, his face dark. "Don't change the subject."
"I..."
She wasn't changing the subject, she was trying to find the root of the problem. She'd call Dylan later and tell him if he kept feeding Zachary this nonsense, he could forget about his year-end bonus for the next three years.
Just as Winona was about to placate him, Frank came out. Seeing the two of them embracing at the door, his good mood vanished instantly. "Winona, come on, let's go downstairs for breakfast."
He pulled Winona downstairs, not forgetting to give Zachary a fierce glare.
Breakfast was simple, made by Rodolfo: oatmeal with milk, sandwiches, and a few perfectly fried eggs with green leaves underneath, making it look very appetizing.
Winona reached out to Zachary. "Phone."
He was still angry, didn't want to talk, and had no idea why she wanted his phone, but handed it over without thinking.
This action caught Frank's attention, and he smiled approvingly.
Others might not know, but as a fellow company owner, he knew their phones contained many confidential files, so they were rarely lent out, except to someone they trusted completely.
Winona opened Whatsapp, scrolled through the follow list, and found over a dozen relationship advice influencers.
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