Chapter 248 The Age of Heightened Hormone
Zachary stopped, a tinge of disappointment evident in his demeanor. Leaning his chin on Winona's shoulder, his hoarse voice carried a hint of subtle grievance. "Do you not enjoy my kisses? Yet again, it makes sense. If you have no fondness for me at all, how could you possibly delight in my affections?"
Winona was speechless.
It was the first time she had seen Zachary this intoxicated. While there had been instances of him getting drunk in the past, he had usually just passed out without uttering a word, so deeply unconscious that not even a poke with needle poke could rouse him.
She remained silent, and Zachary fell silent as well.
A brief equilibrium settled between the two.
However, this equilibrium did not last long. The man began unbuttoning his shirt, saying, "If I'm not kissing you, let's skip to the main event."
Despite her dullness, Winona understood the hidden implication in his words. With a poker face, she responded, "Alright, let's head to bed. Standing here is rather uncomfortable."
Although Zachary was clearly inebriated, he still knew his way to the bed. As he walked over, he made sure to embrace Winona, afraid she might escape.
Upon reaching the bedside, Zachary completely lost control, falling onto the bed with Winona. Yet, at the last moment, he managed to support himself, ensuring he didn't topple over and crush her beneath his weight.
With only two buttons left on his shirt, they fell off as he moved, revealing the well-defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. It had to be said that, with Zachary's appearance and physique, he could easily demand a starting price of $1000 as a male escort. He was just the sort of man that rich women would vie for.
Zachary inclined his body towards her, his breath heavy with the scent of alcohol brushing against her face. Winona handed him a half-sized stuffed rabbit from the bed, while she herself slipped out through a crevice.
On the coffee table in the living room, her noodles had indeed lost their appeal. Each strand had swollen at least twice its original size, rendering them unappetizing to behold.
Winona turned her head, casting a malevolent gaze upon Zachary, who was muttering to himself while holding a rabbit on the bed. Whenever she encountered him, trouble seemed inevitable, especially now that this was the last packet of instant noodles in the house.
She ordered takeout on her phone and then went to Zachary's room to find his phone. Unlocking it, she opened Dylan's Facebook and messaged him in Zachary's tone.
Zachary: [Come to Winona's apartment to pick me up.]
Dylan replied promptly.
Dylan: [Mrs. Bailey, I can't leave. My girlfriend said if I continue working day and night without paying her any attention, she'll leave me.]
Joking aside, if he couldn't even distinguish who was messaging him, he might have lost his job.
Dylan had seen throught her lies, so Winona had to call Samuel. However, a woman answered the phone, leaving Winona momentarily puzzled before realizing she must be the girl named Julia mentioned by Matthew.
Her voice was cold and ethereal, like a mountain stream. "Are you looking for Samuel? He's dead."
Winona was about to hang up. She didn't know Julia and was wary of the situation. At this juncture, an unfamiliar woman calling Julia's partner to pick someone up at a specific apartment would definitely raise suspicions.
But once the other party spoke up, hanging up would border on being overly conspicuous.
Moreover, it sounded like they had been arguing.
Julia asserted confidently, "You are not Zachary."
Winona introduced herself, stating, "Zachary is intoxicated, and I was actually planning for Mr. Anderson to come and take him back."
"If he's drunk, just throw him out," Julia remarked casually, "They're in cahoots. You expect Samuel to come and take Zachary away? You might as well wait for pigs to fly."
Winona said nothing.
"Men believe you'll yield, hence they repeatedly test your limits. Kicking him out this time is the most effective way to ensure that he will not esort to feigned drunkenness to win your sympathy in the future."
Winona glanced at Zachary.
The man who had just insisted on giving it another try moments ago was now engaged in a logical debate with a rabbit.
His alcohol-laden voice, deep and raspy, issued a solemn warning. "When unwelcome individuals make such requests, you must steadfastly decline. A firm slap to dismiss them. If faced with a beastly aggressor, wield an object with all your might, even a blade if necessary. Should things go awry, I'll bear the consequences for you. You couldn't acquiesce so easily without resistance."
"What if you find yourself taken advantage of by those rascals, Austin and Matthew? How would you handle that?"
"At your age, it's normal to have physical needs, but you must restrain yourself, at least until I..."
Winona sneered coldly, delivering a direct kick that sent Zachary sprawling to the ground.
Her age? What age was she? She was just twenty-five, turning twenty-six in October. The biggest beast she had encountered in her life was him.
Before Zachary could finish his sentence, he felt his body suddenly suspended in the air, and the next moment, he was on the ground.
As he fell, he instinctively protected the rabbit in his arms, using his body as a cushion.
Winona looked down at the scene, amused. He treated the stuffed rabbit better than her, using his body to shield it.
The bed wasn't high, and there was a thick fur rug on the floor, so the fall wasn't too painful. Zachary seemed to sober up a bit, staring blankly at Winona sitting on the bed.
Winona tossed her phone to him, furrowing her brow and disdainfully wafting her hand in front of her nose to dispel the strong smell of alcohol pervading the room. Annoyed, she said, "Sober up and leave, or I'll make a call for someone to pick you up."
Instinctively, Zachary took the phone. "Winona, I have a friend who couldn't engage in intimacy with his wife, which led to their divorce. If it were you, could you accept a man's shortcomings in terms of sexual ability?"
The word "shortcomings" rolled off his tongue lightly.
Winona hadn't even considered Zachary in that context. Although he had never touched her, he did respond as expected when they kissed. However, he never took it further, always spending a long time in the bathroom afterward. Coming out, the bathroom would be cold, indicating what he had been up to inside.
Zachary didn't have many friends, and Winona just knew one or two. Samuel was the first one who popped into her mind.
However, Julia had just said he was dead.
Winona's impression of Samuel was rather grim. "No, if I were his wife, I would also divorce. Why waste a woman's prime youth on a worthless man? After the divorce, she could find a young, handsome lad with the significant sum from her divorce settlement. Wouldn't that be more preferable? Men often serve as stumbling blocks on a woman's path to success."
Zachary was speechless, and his face had turned completely pale.
Each word Winona uttered danced on his taut nerves.
Zachary clenched his molars tightly, his word bouncing out slowly. "Winona."
Winona glanced at him, a gesture that added a touch of haughty disdain to her demeanor, speaking even slower than him, "After all, I am in the age of heightened hormone. How could I tolerate days without a man?"
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