Chapter 694 You Don't Remember
Winona told Zachary their seats were in the corner, and she wasn't kidding. They had to say "Excuse me, sorry" a million times before finally getting to their spot.
Rebecca looked at the stage ahead. The crew was doing final checks, but from this distance, she could only make out a person, distinguishing the head, body, and limbs. Anything more detailed was impossible.
She let out a long sigh, looking drained of energy. "I'm never doing this again. Watching celebrities on TV is way better. You get close-ups, wide shots, and everything in high definition. You can even count their wrinkles."
Winona replied, "Didn't you say seeing abs in person was better?"
"From this far, all I see is a blob of flesh. I can't even tell abs from pecs. What's the point?"
The concert started soon after. As the star appeared, the audience's screams were so loud they nearly blew the roof off. Winona held a glowing green support sign, her chin resting on it, her fair skin tinted green by the light.
One moment, Rebecca was complaining about never coming again, and the next, she was screaming her lungs out.
After two hours, Rebecca's voice was hoarse, and she still hadn't seen the highlight she was waiting for. Forget abs; the performer went conservative tonight, not even showing a hint of collarbone.
Sweat had soaked through his white shirt from dancing, clinging to his body and revealing a faint flesh tone underneath, giving off a strong, restrained vibe.
The screams grew even louder.
Clearly, women preferred this subtle allure over blatant exposure.
Winona felt tortured by the constant noise. By the time the concert ended, her ears were ringing.
They were among the last to leave. Rebecca, unable to speak, used improvised sign language to communicate with Winona.
Winona, exasperated, pushed her hands down. "Stop it. I can't understand you, and my ears hurt."
The plaza was nearly empty, littered with glow sticks, water bottles, and banners. Kids were selling roses, approaching couples to ask if they wanted to buy.
Winona felt hungry. "How about we grab a late-night snack?"
"What do you want to eat?" It wasn't Rebecca's voice but a familiar, deep one from behind her.
Startled, she turned to see not just Zachary but also Anthony standing a short distance away.
Seeing her surprise, Zachary asked with a hint of frustration, "Did you enjoy the concert?"
Winona wasn't sure if they had been inside the venue. It was too crowded, and the lighting was dim. She could only see the back of the heads in front of her. "It was pretty good."
Zachary stepped closer, letting out a cold snort. "So, this is the type you like?"
What type did she like?
A little girl holding a bouquet of roses suddenly bumped into Zachary. She was so small that the flowers covered her face. A timid voice came from behind the flowers, "Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to."
The girl was thin, her limbs like sticks, struggling to hold the large bouquet.
Zachary steadied her. "It's okay. Are these flowers for sale?"
"Yes, $5 each."
Seeing she was just a child, he handed her cash, giving an extra $200. Winona took the flowers and asked, "Why are you out selling flowers so late? Don't you have school tomorrow?"
Winona was shocked. "Faye?"
With the flowers out of the way, the girl's face was visible.
Zachary asked, "You know her?"
"You don't..." His curiosity seemed genuine, and he had no reason to lie. He truly didn't remember the girl. Winona's heart sank. Did he forget because Faye was insignificant to him, or was his condition worsening?
Winona couldn't be sure and didn't want to burden him further, so she forced a smile and calmly said, "You might not remember. She's Maeve's sister. She got lost at the café last time and borrowed your phone to call her."
Zachary still couldn't recall, even with the detailed explanation. "I forgot. Let's go. You said you were hungry, right? Let's get that snack."
He put his arm around Winona's shoulder, guiding her towards the parking lot.
"Sir," Faye called out softly, "My sister left you a message."
"What are you doing? If you're done selling, get back here! Are you hiding money? I knew you and Maeve were the same, ungrateful brats," a burly man shouted, walking towards them.
Faye's small body trembled in fear. "My sister said it has what you need."
She quickly gave an address and ran towards the man, relieved she had found the person Maeve told her to and delivered the message.
The man snatched the money from Faye, counting it. "Oh, you actually made an extra $200. Good. Tomorrow, come back here and sell more. Don't come home if you don't sell out."
Winona looked at Zachary. "What do you think?"
"I'll check it out tomorrow. Alton was desperate to kill Maeve, so she must have something on him."
She was worried. Even though Faye was just a child, who knew if this was a trap set by Alton to lower their guard? "Don't go alone."
Zachary squeezed her hand. "I won't."
The four of them, feeling hungry, found a place to eat. Zachary opened his notes app, jotting down the address and the message about the letter.
After writing, he glanced at Winona, who was looking at the menu with Rebecca, and added, "Winona likes the wet look."
Winona had no idea that her casual comment about the concert being "pretty good" had led Zachary to such a misunderstanding.
Halfway through their meal, while Anthony was in the restroom, Rebecca signaled to Winona that she was leaving. "I'm tired. Heading home."
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