Chapter 692 Do Not Like Bathtubs
Winona was still mesmerized by the fireworks as they got into the car. "Why didn't you put both our names up there?"
The amusement park was emptying out, and the parking lot was a mess. Zachary stared at the sea of brake lights ahead. "I thought you weren't into big, flashy stuff like that."
"You could've just used our initials. No one would know it was us."
Zachary went quiet.
He had actually planned to do just that, but when he saw how their initials looked together, he quickly scrapped the idea.
It was too embarrassing to admit, so he just muttered, "Sorry, I missed that."
Winona didn't really care about the names; she was just making conversation.
Back home, Winona tossed her bag onto the couch and flopped down beside it. They had gotten up early and spent most of the day at the amusement park. Now, she was exhausted and didn't want to move.
Zachary took a call and went upstairs to his study. "Hello."
The call was from the detective handling Maeve's case. The excitement in his voice was palpable. "Mr. Bailey, we've found the person. Maeve's case has officially been classified as a murder. We've uncovered the connection between the suspect and Alton. We should have results soon."
"Thank you."
"No, thank you. If it weren't for you providing the second half of the video and convincing her to come back to the station to give another statement, we might still be stuck."
She had been feverish the day she came to give her statement, trembling at the sight of the police. They quickly learned about the video.
After analyzing it, they found no signs of tampering and assumed she was terrified because she had seen Winona push Maeve. The next day, when Maeve was found dead, they thought she was just scared and didn't press further.
Little did they know, the video had two parts. What scared her wasn't seeing Winona push Maeve, but a man, heavily disguised, appearing near the pool. Maeve, who had been calm, suddenly went berserk and drowned herself in the pool.
The man was dressed casually but was heavily disguised, not someone who seemed to be attending the engagement party.
She had been terrified but still managed to secretly record Maeve's suicide. She didn't dare point the camera at the man, fearing he'd notice. Later, she didn't dare tell the truth. When the police focused their suspicion on Winona, she went along with it.
She was afraid that revealing the man would bring retaliation. He was terrifying, just standing there had driven someone to death.
Zachary exchanged a few more words and hung up.
If his guess was right, the man was one of Alton's. Maeve must have had something on him, leading to her being silenced. But her basement had been searched countless times, and everything that could be found had been found. They were just short of digging up the floor.
Zachary stared into the dark night outside, his eyes filled with determination. Even if Alton was like an onion, he would peel him layer by layer this time, ensuring he never walked out of the police station again.
He left the study and noticed the lights downstairs were off, so he headed straight to the master bedroom.
The bedroom door was open, the light was on, and Winona's clothes were scattered on the sofa. The room was empty, but he could hear the occasional splash from the bathroom. She was taking a bath.
Zachary walked to the bed and pulled out the marriage certificate he had carried all day. It was still perfectly intact, not a single corner bent. Before putting it in the safe, he couldn't resist opening it.
Winona was beaming in the photo, her eyes sparkling, a stark contrast to the lifeless look she had during their first marriage.
Zachary's long fingers brushed over Winona's gentle face in the photo. This time, they had married for love, looking forward to the future.
He carefully placed the marriage certificate in the bedside safe.
In the bathroom, Winona was enjoying her bath. She was in a good mood and had even plucked a few roses from the downstairs vase for a petal bath. The warm water enveloped her tired body, making her drowsy.
She was so tired but too lazy to move. The bathtub was temperature-controlled, giving her even less reason to get out.
The bathroom door opened.
Winona opened her eyes and glanced back. Zachary walked in, shirtless, his belt undone, revealing his toned abs and the V-line disappearing into his pants, a tantalizing sight.
She propped her chin on the edge of the tub, watching him step closer and crouch down. "Can you hand me a towel?"
Zachary's voice was thick with desire. "Winona, tonight is our wedding night."
His gaze was intense, his grip on her hand burning, his voice dripping with heat.
Winona poked his chest with her fingertip, but she was too soft from the bath to have any strength. Zachary's body was all hard muscle, making her feeble attempts feel more like teasing.
Her voice was softer than ever, likely from the steam. "It's a remarriage, not a wedding night. Dream on. Just get me the towel."
Zachary wasn't ready to let her go so easily. "This is a double bathtub. How about you scoot over a bit?"
His intentions were clear, but Winona refused. "I don't like the bathtub. It's too hard."
They bantered for a while, but in the end, they didn't leave the bathroom. It wasn't the bathtub, but the vanity.
She was exhausted. When Zachary carried her to bed, she couldn't help but kick him in the stomach, mumbling, "Go away, I'm so tired."
She was genuinely tired. As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When the alarm went off in the morning, Winona couldn't get up. She decided to take a wedding leave. The good thing about their line of work was that they didn't need to hand over tasks to colleagues, so taking a sudden leave wasn't a problem.
Zachary watched her squinting at her phone, making typos in every sentence, deleting and retyping, still making mistakes, over and over. He couldn't stand it anymore.
Hugging her from behind, he took the phone from her. "What do you need to send? I'll do it."
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