Chapter 79 Zachary's Mind is Awry
Winona felt like she was about to explode. She placed her hands on Zachary's shoulders and said, "Zachary, calm down."
If it were any other time, she would never have thought that Zachary would do anything to her, but now he was drunk, and a drunk person has no rationality.
As expected, her resistance only brought about a more dominant response from him.
The apartment was small, with a distance of less than ten meters from the front door to the bed.
But he didn't want to walk even this short distance; instead, he held her face and lowered his head to kiss her again. The edge of the shoe rack pressed against her back, though it didn't really hurt, it was certainly uncomfortable.
Winona pushed him away, trying to avoid him. "Don't touch me."
She had wanted to push him away, but the man's strength was too great. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from the hand he had wrapped around her waist.
Zachary's lips left hers, and he didn't rush to kiss her again. He just maintained that position, half-closed his eyes, and looked at her.
Disgust covered Winona's fair face. If her hands weren't restrained behind her, and if she could break free, Zachary suspected she would not hesitate to slap him again.
He gently stroked her cheek and let out a soft, ambiguous laugh from his throat, his voice tinged with desire. He grabbed Winona's face, forcing her to turn back.
Airtight kisses fell on her face, tracing from her jawline down to her cheek, leaving a blush mark on her fair skin.
She went downstairs to grab something to eat, Winona only wore an undershirt and a cardigan, with a long down overcoat on top. This made it quite convenient for Zachary to exert his dominance. She was on the verge of screaming, but any refusal or struggle was futile.
Even the insults she hurled at him fell on deaf ears. Zachary imprisoned her with one hand and became even more rough with the other, his breath falling on her skin. Mockingly, he said, "He just came back and you want to preserve your ridiculous self-respect for him?" Even while speaking, his lips didn't completely leave her body.
Winona's mind went blank, overwhelmed by Zachary's invading force. Her hand frantically fumbled on the shoe cabinet, and her fingertips touched something. She grabbed it and threw it at the man, "Thud!" The breath-snatching kiss came to a halt! Winona stared blankly at the blood suddenly dripping from Zachary's forehead. Zachary's grip became weaker, and the object she held dropped to the ground...
It was a decorative bottle of fragrance from the shoe cabinet.
Zachary didn't move, allowing the tiny stream of blood to flow down his forehead, not displaying even a hint of pain on his face. He looked down at Winona, high and mighty. The hallway light had been knocked off at some point, leaving only a faint glimmer from the window. His blood-stained face appeared somewhat horrifying under this dim light.
Winona panicked, "I'm sorry, I'll call an ambulance for you." Although Zachary didn't seem to have any other symptoms and his mental state was fine, since he was hit on the head, it was better to have a thorough check-up at the hospital. His forehead wound also needed to be properly bandaged.
Although Winona wanted a divorce, she never thought of Zachary dying. This man simply didn't like her, but he had never mistreated her in other aspects. He let her freely use the unlimited black card without any obligations. She didn't even need to serve him or do any household chores. If emotions were excluded, this kind of life was what many people dreamed of.
But once there were other expectations, every minute and every second became torture. It was hard for any woman to remain indifferent to a man like Zachary. If it weren't for the three billion dollars in debt, the money she was earning now was enough for her to live without worries. There was no need to force herself to endure this psychological torture.
Living unhappily was a shortcut to an early death!
Winona originally wanted to fetch the first aid kit, but considering she had just moved in yesterday, she hadn't had a chance to prepare these things. Zachary closed his eyes, seemingly dizzy, and sarcastically said, "Are you afraid I'll die?" He lightly chuckled, "If I die, no one will bother you anymore. Although the Watson family won't let Matthew marry a widow, if he truly loves you, he might even be willing to take you out to beg."
Winona grabbed a handful of tissues and pressed them rudely against his wound, "Even with a hole in your head, it can't stop you from being a jerk."
Does he survive by slandering others all day long, otherwise he can't breathe?
She rolled her eyes, "I don't want to spend my youth in jail, afraid that you'll end up dead in my hands. Who wants to waste these years of life in jail?"
Winona bent down to pick up the bag on the ground, about to dial 911 when Zachary stopped her, saying, "Brian is downstairs."
His condition isn't serious, and he doesn't need urgent rescue. The bleeding on his forehead has stopped with the help of a tissue, so there's no need to waste emergency resources.
Downstairs, Brian was smoking. When he saw Winona supporting Zachary, whose face was covered in blood, he was startled and quickly put out his cigarette as he approached them, saying, "Madam, how did Sir get hurt so badly?"
Winona said, "This is a difficult question to answer."
She wasn't afraid of Brian, but if Lydia caught wind of it, it would surely lead to misunderstandings.
Normal couples don't bash in their husband's head!
Zachary calmly looked at her without making any effort to help her out of the situation.
Winona lied nonchalantly, "He fell. Next time if he gets drunk again, Brian, just send him back instead of letting him run everywhere. If I hadn't grabbed him in time today, the injuries could have been worse."
With just a few words, Winona, the abuser, was made to sound like a heroic person by Zachary.
Brian looked embarrassed and said, "Madam, maybe you should move back. I'm not qualified to interfere with the young master's affairs."
There's a private hospital nearby, just a short drive away.
The doctor finished binding Zachary's wounds and said, "There shouldn't be any major issues. If you're still worried, you can get a CT scan of the head or observe the situation. If you experience dizziness, nausea, or sleepiness, then we can proceed with further testing."
Zachary glanced at the woman beside him, who showed no reaction. "Doctor, I live alone."
"That won't do. There needs to be a family member watching over you. Some symptoms of concussion are not immediately apparent, so either stay overnight in the hospital or get a CT scan now."
Winona said, "Doctor, please write a prescription for the CT scan."
Zachary replied, "No CT scan."
Growing impatient, Winona said, "Then stay in the hospital."
He responded casually, "No hospital stay."
Winona was getting a bit frustrated. After all the hassle, she was starting to feel hungry and even had a slight stomachache. "Neither this nor that. Why don't you go back to your mother's place?"
Zachary responded, "You're the one who hit me, so why are you asking me what I want to do?"
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