All Chapters of Mr. Webb, Make Your Move!: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

The chowder that Zara could not bring herself to drink at lunch had been consumed by Yosef.At that moment, Zara looked as if she had seen a ghost.She was feeling the same way now. Yosef had lifted her shirt, and the sensation of his lips and tongue sent shivers all over her body. It made her skin break out in goosebumps.In a panic, she burst out, "Mr. Webb, hold on, I got my period!"Yosef let out a cold laugh. "You were fine at the hot spring this afternoon, and now you suddenly have your period?"Zara clenched her teeth and said, "I didn't swim. I just sat and soaked my feet. Mr. Webb, you can ask Ms. Nox if you don't believe me."His lips were twisted into a smile, but his eyes were icy. "If you don't want to do this, let's talk about the contract. Did Shelby get back to you?"Zara swallowed hard and tried to push him away. "I haven't checked my inbox yet. I'll go look right now... Ugh!"She tried to get up from the bed, but Yosef grabbed her shoulder firmly and pushed he

Yaxley gripped the steering wheel, took a turn, and then glanced at Zara. He finally cracked a smile. "I was just joking. I noticed you looked a bit pale, and I thought maybe I hadn't been the best host. I wanted to cheer you up."Zara did not appreciate his attempts at humor.She thought Yaxley was just plain annoying.Yaxley was not someone she could just brush off, so when they reached the entrance of Central Hospital, she kept up her polite front. "Thanks, Mr. Lark."Yaxley smiled slyly. "Don't mention it. But I'm serious about wanting to get to know you better. If I slip up, I hope you'll let it slide, Ms. Lowry."Zara's brows were furrowed together. She knew arguing was pointless, though. Without another word, she turned and walked into the hospital.Yaxley stood there, watching her go. He almost reached for a cigarette out of habit. However, the memory of what had happened at the Jerring-style restaurant stopped him. As his car pulled away, he rolled down the window and to

Zara could not shake the memory of how he had used those photos to bully her into doing things and then coldly told her they were never real in the end.She was determined to make him feel what it was like to be tricked."I'm the one who lost out, Yosef. You have no idea how hard it has been putting up with you," she said.Yosef's voice was chilly. "Sounds like you've had a rough time."Zara bit her lip and ended the call.…Listening to the beep as the call cut off, Yosef's screen went dark. He was so mad he actually laughed. He had been wondering if Zara might try to get back at him, but experiencing it as it happened was a whole different story.What did she say? That she had been struggling to put up with him?What had he even done? He had taken her out to eat when she was too worried about her mother to think about food, got her a folding bed to rest on in the hospital ward, and even brought her home to freshen up and sleep.He had taken her rowing and archery. He even go

It was Yaxley.Zara's eyebrows were furrowed together for a split second. Quickly, however, she shook it off and smiled. "Good morning, Mr. Lark.""Good morning? I'm far from good, Ms. Lowry. My heart's in pieces."Yaxley lounged on the couch, with one leg casually draped over the other. With his charming bad-boy look and a sly grin, he seemed like the ultimate playboy."Ms. Lowry, I've sent you so many flowers, and you haven't even said thanks once. I started to think maybe I got the address wrong, so I decided to come and see for myself."He went on, sounding hurt, "And what do I find out? The cleaning crew tells me that every time you get the flowers, you just toss them in the trash. You're crushing my feelings, and it's making it hard for me to breathe."Ever since Zara started working at Schmidt Group, Yaxley had been sending her flowers every single day. They were not just any flowers either. They were fancy ones like color-changing tulips and spray-painted white roses. T

Zara stood tall and explained, "Something came up with Mr. Schmidt, so he asked me to come on behalf of Schmidt Group to congratulate Madam Hoster on her twin grandchildren. Running into Mr. Lark was just by chance.""That means you're still with Schmidt Group," Yosef said, his tone hard to read. He swirled a glass of red wine in his hand, the liquid silently striking the sides. His action spoke volumes without a sound.Zara's heart felt just like the wine that was held in his grasp, wobbling and wavering.It was their first face-to-face since they had had it out with each other.What would Yosef do to her, the woman who had openly tricked him?Zara would not be surprised even if he were to splash the wine right in her face just to make her look like a fool in front of everyone.Instead of splashing his drink, Yosef extended the glass toward her to offer a toast, "Then, to your future at Schmidt Group that's as bright as gold."A glint passed through Zara's eyes.Was he giving