Chapter 262 How Did You Get Into Her Room
Winona looked at the thing held in Zachary's hand, her eyes jumping with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, reaching out to push him.
"Zachary, you rogue, get out of here."
With a strong push, Winona not only pushed Zachary but also took a few steps forward herself due to the momentum. The man subconsciously reached out to hold her waist, forgetting that he was wearing disposable hotel slippers on his feet.
The friction between the soles of the shoes and the carpet was greater than that of regular footwear, and with slippers that lacked snug fit, as he progressed forward, his shoes slipped off, causing a momentary stumble beneath his feet. Losing his stability momentarily, he inadvertently carried Winona with him as they rolled onto the bed.
The plush and resilient surface of the five-star hotel bed absorbed their fall. The inertia propelled them both a little further.
Winona's head was against Zachary's chest, and she felt the tension in his muscles and the warmth of his skin through the fabric. Meanwhile, his hand holding the object was pressed against her waist.
The vibrating sound of the object echoed rhythmically in the quiet room.
Winona felt awkward, tempted to feign fainting outright.
Zachary perceived the object in question as a mere massager, displaying no semblance of embarrassment on his countenance.
There was no inkling of impropriety as it pressed against Winona's waist. Rising slightly, he cast a superior gaze upon her. Noticing her discomposure, he furrowed his brow and inquired, "You didn't hurt yourself from the fall, did you?"
This transcended the realm of mere physical discomfort.
Winona shifted her body away from Zachary's hand, saying, "You should get up first."
Zachary withdrew his hand, turned off the object, and tossed it aside, saying, "I'm tired. If you don't want to try it, let's sleep."
Winona curled her knee to kick him, a mix of anger and embarrassment clouding her demeanor, even forgetting her initial intent. "Just go to the couch."
"I was actually planning on sleeping on the couch anyway, but since you insisted on inviting me, I couldn't bear to refuse you."
Even without looking, Zachary could accurately grasp the leg Winona had raised. "Stay put, I'm getting excited."
Pressing Winona's flailing leg onto the bed, Zachary knelt up, his gaze scanning the props on the bedside table, seemingly reluctant to let go. "Perhaps we should give it a try."
Frustrated, Winona roared, "Get lost."
"Fine." he sighed, disappointment evident as he peered back into the hidden compartment. "It appears there are quite a few things left to handle. If you're not inclined, perhaps you could assist me."
Grabbing a pillow, Winona covered his mouth, rolling over to pin Zachary beneath her. "Shut up. You are forbidden from thinking anything. Sleep."
Storming off, she closed the compartment door firmly, rehanging the painting, completely oblivious to Zachary's smug smile or the opened prop swiftly discarded into the trash without a second thought by her.
Wrapping herself in a corner of the blanket, Winona cocooned herself as if a chrysalis, paying no mind to Zachary still lingering on the bed.
It must be acknowledged, Zachary truly excelled in playing with people's emotions.
The human mind was remarkably diverse, yet most individuals tended to subconsciously gravitate towards binary decisions.
For instance, when faced with the dilemma of purchasing an item and still in a state of hesitation, a salesperson might directly ask whether one prefers payment via online banking or cash. In this scenario, individuals often instinctively set aside their lingering uncertainty about the purchase itself and instead contemplate their preferred method of payment.
Therefore, Winona, propelled by his deliberate provocation, opted to evict rather than offer the sofa for him to slumber on. Furthermore, amid the choice between the bed and the sofa, she leaned towards the latter for him to sleep, albeit at a distance from her. When presented with the options of the prop and the bed, she selected the bed, a choice more readily embraced by her.
Zachary turned his head and saw Winona wrapped up like a cocoon, with only half of her head visible. Not wanting to provoke her further, he refrained from any further actions, fearing the reaction of this clawed little tiger lest she kick him off the bed.
The room lay quiet, imbued with the gentle fragrance that enveloped the pillows and sheets, a stark contrast to her intense personality.
The duvet in the master bedroom at Regal Oaks had undergone numerous washes, erasing any lingering traces of her scent.
Initially, Zachary wasn't particularly fatigued; he had a pending meeting to address. However, nestled beside her now, all he could inhale was a soothing aroma that seemed to lull him into a state of ease, rendering him unwilling to budge. He swiftly messaged Dylan, instructing him to cancel the meeting.
Having settled his affairs, Zachary extinguished the lights, shut his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
As for Winona, exhausted from a long day and a splash of evening libations, fatigue had thoroughly consumed her. She barely grazed the pillow before succumbing to slumber, wholly forgetting Zachary by her side.
The next day.
As the biological clock struck six, Zachary awoke naturally.
Contrary to scenes from romantic dramas where the male lead cradles the awakening female protagonist, Winona slept soundly. Save for the blanket that had been divvied up between them, she maintained almost the exact same posture as the night before, lying on her side with her back toward him.
Reluctant to rise, Zachary extended his arm, fingers delicately weaving through her tousled locks, gently rearranging the strands that cascaded over the pillow.
He couldn't remember if Winona had always been this well-behaved while sleeping or if she had become so after marrying him due to his indifference. After careful consideration, he realized they had never woken up in each other's arms, not even during their honeymoon.
Zachary continued this action as if addicted to it.
After a while, he heard the doorbell ring.
Afraid of waking Winona, he reluctantly suppressed his impatience, got up, and went to open the door.
Dylan didn't know he had changed rooms, so the person outside was most likely looking for Winona. It was early in the morning, and besides Matthew, there wouldn't be anyone else.
Sure enough, as soon as he reached the door, he heard Matthew's hypocritical voice. "Winona, we're leaving for Eirondia Avenue in half an hour. What would you like to eat? I'll go buy breakfast."
Zachary looked down at himself, his silk loungewear wrinkled and messy after a night's sleep.
He decisively took action, undoing not just one but two buttons at the neckline, revealing a hint of his chest's musculature. Additionally, in a casual yet deliberate manner, he plucked out two decidedly suggestive red marks near a sensitive area.
Matthew began speaking upon hearing footsteps, but when there was no response after a while, he asked in confusion, "Winona, are you there?"
Zachary swung the door open, and addressed the individuals outside with a list of delicacies. "Filet Mignon, Lobster Thermidor, Truffle Risotto, and a side of Foie Gras, please."
Matthew's eyes fell on Zachary, dressed ostentatiously in luxurious loungewear with a noticeable crimson imprint on his chest. A chill replaced the warmth in his gentle eyes as he commented., "You should not be in Winona's chambers."
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