Chapter 155: You Can Handle a Woman I Can’t Handle?
The stupid man’s father had a quite decent job. If he was taken to court because he’d slandered a girl who rejected him, it would be a huge disgrace!
And his father would never forgive him!
"I understand! I know what to do."
Grinning, Yvonne pulled out her cellphone, turned on the built-in camera and trained it at him.
At the sight of her taking a picture of him, the stupid man panicked. "Wha... What are you doing?"
"I don’t trust you. How do I know you won’t break your word? I’m gonna make a video of you weeping and begging me, and if you go back on your word, I’ll post it online and let everybody you know see what kind of bastard you are!"
"Please stop it. I’m sorry for what I did. Stop it, please..."
But Yvonne had recorded a video of him some time ago.
"Will you do such vicious things again?"
"I won’t! I swear I won’t start any rumors again!"
"Get out."
Having got the "evidence" she needed, Yvonne put away her cellphone and disgustedly looked away.
"Mr. Leinster, these two sets of jewelry are the best we got in this store. You may pay the money and take them right away if you want. As for the other three sets, we’ll have to transfer them here from Blatiseva and our headquarters in Irania respectively. Are you okay with that?"
Zachary had just finished venting his anger when the store owner, unaware of the situation, hurried over with a list in her hand.
She was somewhat confused at the sight of the scene. "What the..." There were policemen present and tension in the air. "Did I miss something here?"
"Not really," said Zachary, his face apathetic.
"Would you please give me your address? We’ll deliver the jewelry to your home as soon as it arrives. Is that okay, sir?" asked the store owner.
"Hold on a second."
Just now Yvonne had heard the woman mention something like "two sets", "three sets". What was she referring to?
"What else did you buy me?"
"Just some jewelry."
"Jewelry?" Yvonne frowned. "I thought we’d agreed we’re only buying those five extra dresses, that we’re not buying any jewelry."
She was pole-axed.
He’s trying to tie her up by putting her in astronomical debt on the pretext of buying her clothes for her debut!
"I’ve paid for them already. Let’s go."
Zachary didn’t care about those price numbers at all.
The cost of those things was nothing to him. On top of that, he liked to spend money on her.
Having had a hard job starting a relationship with a girl, he would probably feel uneasy if he couldn’t squander money on her.
What was the point of earning so much money every day when he had no one to help him spend it?
Lord Villa.
Yvonne, after returning home, said that she wanted to cook him a meal and then went into the kitchen.
She had said that she had a sudden impulse to cook a meal, but in fact, she was just feeling stressed.
Previously, when she had just "time-traveled" to this dimension, she hadn’t felt anything particular about it.
But now, especially earlier this day.
After she personally experienced it and watched how insane Zachary could be when squandering money on her, and how unconditional his love for her was, she lapsed into silence.
The value of each of the five sets of jewelry he’d bought her before leaving the store was equivalent to that of a mansion. If she owed that much money to him, she would never be able to pay the debt off.
The money he’d spent on her alone was something she couldn’t repay.
Many said that it was much easier to repay money than it was to repay a favor. When would she be able to repay him for his love for her and what he’d done for her?
After all, it was only a matter of time before she had to go back to the real world. The thought of it weighed heavily on her heart. [gasp]
There was a sharp pain in her fingertip and she realized that she had accidentally cut a small piece of skin off her finger because of her lapse of concentration.
"What happened?"
The man heard the commotion and immediately hurried inside.
She hastily withdrew her hand. "Nothing. It’s just a scratch."
"Give me your hand."
His dashing eyebrows knitted, Zachary unhesitatingly grabbed her hand and began to examine it carefully and intently.
...
Yvonne looked at his handsome face identical to that of the man she’d married in another life. He was worried about her, so his face registered faint apprehension.
Yvonne’s heart was melted.
In this life, she found herself quite sympathetic to him.
What would he do if she went back?
"You’re bleeding. Forget about the cooking. Come with me."
"It’s okay. It’s just a little bit of blood. I can just wash it away with running water."
Zachary raised his eyes to look at her. "Are you defying me?"
Yvonne said, "Fine. I’ll go with you."
In the bedroom.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her smooth well-proportioned shins bare.
The man brought a medical kit over, which contained iodine, alcohol pads and Band-Aids, and began to dress her cut carefully.
When the iodine came into contact with the wound, it caused her a dull pain. Yvonne kept from groaning, but she reflexively bent her fingers.
Zachary noticed that reaction of hers and with that his movements became even gentler. He did it very lightly.
At this moment, he seemed an entirely different person from the bigoted, neurotic and secretive man he usually was.
"Zachary..."
She looked at the man squatting on her knees, she opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again, but eventually, she still decided to say it.
"Yes?"
"There’s something... I’m not sure if I should say it."
"If you should not say it, then don’t."
"But... " It struck Yvonne that she owed it to him to tell him the truth. "I fear you might be upset after hearing it, and I’m also afraid it might upset you worse when some day you find out about it by yourself."
He didn’t know what she was going to say, but her wording made him feel that it was definitely about something unpleasant.
"If you wanna tell me you were lying when you said you liked me, or that you still can’t get over Jordan Yale, you should keep your mouth shut."
"It’s not that," Yvonne said. This guy’s resentment was really deep.
"I have no feelings for any other man. You’re the only one I have eyes for," Yvonne said. "But what you did back there made me feel pressured."
Zachary paused in the action of dressing her wound.
"Being my girl and spending my money makes you feel pressured?"
"It’s not about the money. The kindness you’ve been showing me, it makes me worried that I won’t be able to repay you in kind.
"Take money for example. The five sets of jewelry you bought me before our departure, each of them is worth more than I can make in a lifetime, but I can’t offer you anything of equal value in return. How can I not feel pressured?"
Yvonne was not sure as to whether Zachary could understand what she was saying. "You’re my future wife, and what’s mine is yours." Yvonne, "..." It would seem he couldn’t understand.
She put it more explicitly. "Has is ever occurred to you that one day I might be gone?"
Zachary’s face darkened.
Gone?
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if I didn’t become your wife in the end, all you’ve done for me would be for nothing, don’t you think?"
Yvonne said. Watching the man’s face darkening further, she had a sense of foreboding.
"Did I..... say something wrong?"
The point she was trying to make was that she was worried that when she returned to the real world, the Zachary in this world might suffer a mental breakdown.
But Zachary knew nothing about her misgivings. After hearing her words, he got the sense that she had not made up her mind to be with him.
"Are you done?"
Having wrapped the Band-Aid around her finger, Zachary rose to his feet, his face sullen.
"Well, do you understand what I’m saying?" Yvonne looked at him, her pretty eyes blinking.
"Understand what?"
"What I’ve just said."
"I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you just said. Do not say anything like that again."
Yvonne, "????"
"No, listen to me." Yvonne got anxious. "I’m not saying I don’t wanna be with you. The point I’m trying to make is that we, of course, should cherish our relationship, but if one day I’m no longer around, you must move on with your life!"
...
"We haven’t got married yet, and you’re already thinking of dumping me. Is that it?"
Yvonne was puzzled.
"I’m not."
"Then stop saying stuff like that."
"But what’s the problem with me telling you to protect your...."
Before she could finish the word "yourself", Yvonne’s lips were heavily wrapped up in his.
She let out a muffled groan, her eyes widening as Zachary forcibly pinned her down.
She was pressed deep into the soft, king-size bed, as though entangled in a net he had prepared for her, and there was nowhere she could flee.
The next day, Yvonne woke up sore and weak all over.
She really hadn’t bargained for this.
Though in a different world, her body could still get so painful and tired.
The two men named Zachary, though having entirely different personalities, were exactly the same in some aspects.
Yvonne was exhausted. She had just got up when a servant of Lord Villa said warmly,
"Miss Taylor, Mr. Leinster instructed us to cook this for you earlier this morning. Please have a try."
"Where is he?" Yvonne asked.
"Oh, Mr. Leinster went to work very early this morning."
Yvonne, "..."
This man...
This was his first time sleeping with her. Did he really have to be so cold and heartless?
He had got up and left without a word?
"Okay. Thank you for the trouble."
Yvonne was obviously unhappy, but she still drank the bowl of chicken soup in a token manner before going out.
Ralph had told her that today, they were going to shoot a publicity commercial for the song Heroine. Basically, all she needed to do was say something to her fans so
that the company could post it on Twitter. It’d be a short one, and the work was simple. They should be able to finish it by the end of the day.
She arrived at the recording studio and Ralph told her, "This afternoon, your song will officially hit the major music software. We’ll see how much popularity it can get."
"What? This is..."
Naturally, Yvonne knew that Ralph was quite talented, and that the song was great, and she’d done a good job singing it.
Previously, her song Queen had been a smash hit, but this was her first time having her song released in the form of a digital album.
She wasn’t sure if anyone would order it.
When shooting the VCR, Yvonne gave it a couple of trial runs and then smiled,
"Hello, everyone, my name is Yvonne. I’m 18 years old and I’m a music lover."
...
On the other side, in the president’s office of the Leinster Group.
Zachary, after being informed that Yvonne had got up, immediately sent a text message to her.
He’d been waiting for her to reply, but half a day had passed and she hadn’t even sent a single word to him!
His mood instantly darkened.
"Where is she?" He made a phone call to a servant working in Lord Villa.
"Miss Taylor went out at noon. We don’t know where she’s gone."
"She didn’t say anything?"
"Oh, she drank the chicken soup in the morning and asked me where you went. That’s all."
Zachary’s face fell as well.
He thought, <What is the problem with this woman?
We did something of great significance last night, and yet she had nothing to say to me this morning?
She went out as if nothing had happened, and she couldn’t even be bothered to reply to my text message?>
Zachary hung up the phone. In the office, a young CEO of a multinational corporation who was just as talented as him chuckled, "Zachary, I’ve known you for over twenty years, and we’ve been through quite some rough situations together, but never once have I seen you have that look on your face.
"What happened exactly? Who could possibly have pissed you off?"
Zachary sneered, "She’s very good at angering people. She pisses me off ten times per day on average."
On hearing his words, the man instantly caught on.
He took a sip of tea, placed the teacup on the table and smiled thinly.
"Who’s this girl that you have your eye on? Would you like me to give you some advice?"
Zachary slid him a sidelong glance. "You seriously expect me to believe you can handle a woman even I can’t handle?"