Chapter 203 Have you kissed them?
Zachary was still thinking about her previous question when Winona's next sentence made him explode with anger. "Winona, does anyone ask questions like you do? You don't even give two seconds to consider, and you just make decisions on your own."
Winona got up directly, took the bowl of noodles and poured the unfinished noodles into the trash can in front of him. "The thing to consider is not true love, but maximizing benefits after careful consideration."
Mr. Bailey, who has always been dignified, was so angry for the first time that he wanted to curse. "What you're talking about is that you don't want to remarry. You're just making excuses. You don't care about the answer at all!"
"It seems like you know me quite well." In just a few sentences, Winona had already opened the security door, looking like she was seeing someone off.
Zachary had a cold face and didn't say a word, his gaze still on the bowl of spaghetti that he had only taken a few bites of, but now was ruthlessly dumped into the trash can. "If you don't want to remarry, then don't. Do you think I'm really begging you..."
He paused and added, "My mom felt you pitiful when seeing you all alone, without anyone to take care of you."
The tension in Winona's mind tightened immediately and she blurted out, "Mr. Bailey, you don't have to worry about that. You should worry more about yourself. If I don't want to be alone, I can find someone to marry at any time. But you might not, after all, it's not easy to find a woman who doesn't mind her husband’s impotence and is willing to have a platonic relationship."
Zachary, who was originally full of anger from being rejected, had his expression immediately changed upon hearing her words. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, it's not easy to find, that's why I can only cling to you..."
He spoke slowly, and the strained nerves of Winona couldn't help but twitch with his excessively slow tone.
"Now all women in the world know that I can't satisfy you, that's why I was dumped," Zachary's deep voice was filled with a low laugh, "You don't want me to cling to you, and other women seem to have some misunderstandings about that aspect."
Winona glared at him with an unpleasant expression.
Although it was publicly known that they divorced because of this reason, the way Zachary put it made it seem like her needs were so great and hard to satisfy.
She wanted to mock him but her rationality stopped her at the critical moment. It's better not to discuss the topic of sex too much when they're alone, lest things get out of hand.
After all, she knew that Zachary wasn't really incapable, he just wasn't interested in her. But men, being creatures whose easily enticed, couldn't handle stimulation.
Zachary's thick, ink-like eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't like to explain, but when it comes to matters of lifelong happiness, it's necessary to clarify."
Winona said, "Whatever you want."
The man chuckled lowly, and the woman detected danger. Before her brain could react, her body instinctively avoided Zachary. But how could a woman's instinct overpower a man's specially enhanced reflexes?
Her body suddenly became weightless, and by the time she reacted, she was already thrown onto the mattress.
His heavy body pressed down, and a torrent of kisses wandered from her chin and cheeks to her collarbone. At first, the kisses were filled with anger, and the strength was uncontrollably rough. All her resistance and struggles were suppressed by his brute force.
Eventually, the kisses became gentler and gradually entangled her lips and teeth.
The lack of oxygen from the long kiss left Winona's mind blank, and her limbs were too weak to move. She lay there, all her breaths blocked, as if two whirlpools appeared before her, pulling her down incessantly.
Zachary looked at her appearance, feeling good. His lips caressed her skin, teasingly touching her with a sense of proximity. "Just one kiss and you're so satisfied? It seems like I have been derelict for these three years."
The long-lost air rushed into Winona's lungs, and she blinked her eyes, her vision clearing. She sneered with disgust. "Your technique is still so bad. Besides spitting all over me, I don't feel anything."
Zachary suddenly tightened his grip on her waist and nearly snapped it forcefully. "My technique is bad? Then whose technique is good? Matthew Watson? Austin Robinson? Or that good-looking waiter with good-looking hands? Have you kissed them too?"
Only through comparison can one distinguish between good and bad.
Winona felt speechless.
She had already forgotten about that waiter if he hadn't mentioned it.
Was this man stubborn or simply had a good memory?
Zachary got angry and suddenly bit her lip hard.
There was blood.
Winona hissed in pain and angrily said, "We're divorced. Are you saying that I have to remain chaste for you? Even if I kissed someone different every day, it has nothing to do with you."
The man's eyes turned dangerously dark and he propped himself up with his hands on both sides of her,
looking down at her from above. "Winona, I gave you a chance, but you didn't want it. If I mention remarrying again, I swear to God I'm a dog!"
Zachary got up and stormed out, slamming the door with a loud bang that reverberated in the ears.
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