Chapter 301 You Became Soft-Hearted
Winona stood still, not daring to shake off Zachary's hand. She was afraid that if she struggled, the loosely tied towel around his waist would fall off.
Zachary was taller than her, and they were standing close. When he lowered his head, the water from his chin dripped onto her.
It was already May, and she was wearing light clothing. Discomfort gnawed at her as the damp fabric adhered to her flesh.
Winona particularly hated this feeling and snapped. "Dylan said you were dying. He couldn't leave, so he asked me to check on you, afraid you'd really die at home."
She thought of the resigned servant and said disdainfully, "You live in this godforsaken place like a lonely ghost. If something really happened, no one would even know your body was rotting."
Seeing her angry expression, Zachary’s lips curled up, and a low, deep laugh came from his chest. "Is he afraid I'll die at home, or are you?"
Silence enveloped them briefly before Winona confessed, "It was me."
If she weren't worried, she wouldn't have changed her route at the last minute. There was nothing to hide, and she couldn't hide it anyway.
Meeting her serious gaze, Zachary's heartbeat became irregular, and even his blood seemed to rush in one direction.
Winona smiled and continued, "Your mother is old and in poor health. She can't handle any shocks. If the servant has resigned, just hire another one."
Although the servant didn't live in, they came by at least once a day and could be the first to notice if anything unusual happened. Regal Oaks had bodyguards, but without orders, they wouldn't enter the main house.
Zachary's smile deepened, but there was no trace of amusement in his eyes. Even the brightness in his eyes when she admitted she was worried about him had dimmed. "Winona."
The lighting was soft, and with just the two of them alone, the air filled with the scents of body wash and shampoo. As the atmosphere quieted down, the air thickened with charged stillness, setting the stage for an enigmatic dance of emotions.
Zachary's gentle touch traced her face, words laced with a tender edge. "Your heart’s softened."
If it were right after their divorce, she wouldn't have come to see if he was dead. She might not have even shown up at his funeral.
Whether it was because she wasn't used to this side of Zachary or because his words hit a nerve, Winona felt a moment of confusion and irritation. When Zachary leaned in, she didn't react in time. By the time she wanted to avoid him, it was too late.
Zachary's lips had pressed against hers, silencing all her thoughts. This time, devoid of urgency, the kiss unfolded gradually, a poignant exploration of lips and tongues.
In this delicate interlude, Winona found herself at a loss for words, describing the experience as 'savoring,' despite the inadequacy of the term.
But she also keenly felt that this gentle kiss was just a facade, a disguise, and a restraint.
It restrained the fierce and possessive nature within him, separated by a thin layer of paper. Once pierced, another extreme would follow.
Winona was so shocked by the sudden kiss that she forgot to breathe, feeling oxygen-deprived. In her daze, she raised her hand to push against Zachary's shoulder, struggling to push him away.
The kiss didn't last long. Zachary soon let her go, his deep eyes filled with disarray. He stepped back slightly but didn't completely retreat. His hoarse voice was deeply serious. "Are you hurt?"
When Winona pushed him earlier, he had smelled blood.
It was faint, though.
His expression was so serious that Winona's already unclear thoughts were immediately led by him, momentarily forgetting that he had just kissed her without asking.
She instinctively raised her hand. On her elbow was a wound from when Daniel knocked her down today, scraped against the wall. It had scabbed over, but it probably got pulled when she pushed Zachary, causing it to bleed a bit.
"I accidentally bumped into something." Her voice caught in her throat, finally understanding why Zachary had looked so disheveled earlier.
This realization ignited the anger Winona hadn't been able to vent. "If you behave yourself, I wouldn't be constantly reminded of your sexual dysfunction."
She thought he would be furious and coldly tell her to get out. After all, men seemed naturally sensitive about such matters. Whether they could perform well in bed wasn't just a physical issue but also a matter of dignity.
Knowing about his sexual dysfunction, Winona felt emboldened and even a bit reckless.
It was rare to have a chance to provoke him without worrying about the consequences, especially in Regal Oaks, where held memories of her loneliness. Her words became even sharper than ever.
But she underestimated Zachary's shamelessness.
After being exposed, he didn't even bother to hide it. "Are you talking about me or my lower half?"
Winona repiled, "There's no difference."
"There is a difference. One can be controlled by reason, the other can't."
Winona was probably too angry to think straight, forgetting that this was no longer her home and she could leave at any time. If she hadn't been so angry, she wouldn't have continued the conversation with Zachary, discussing such matters.
"Cat got your tongue?" Zachary frowned with a serious look. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was discussing some serious academic issue.
Seeing the woman in front of him remain silent, he raised his hand to the towel.
Winona's body reacted faster than her mind, pressing down on his hand. "What are you doing?"
Was he planning to take off the towel and give her a practical demonstration?
Zachary said, "Seeing your disappointed expression, I thought you wanted to have a talk with it."
Winona was furious, grabbing her bag and throwing it at him. "Pervert."
After throwing it, she finally realized that she and Zachary were divorced and she no longer lived here. She glared at him fiercely and turned to leave.
Zachary grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
He grabbed her injured hand but avoided the wound.
"What are you doing? Let go." Winona's bag hit his back repeatedly, wishing she could kill this bastard. But her bag was soft, decorative, and couldn't hold much. To Zachary, it felt like nothing.
He didn't look back, his voice deep. "What do you think I want to do in this situation?"
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