Chapter 321 Let's Have a Baby
Zachary smirked. "So, you're just gonna bail after sleeping with me?"
Winona frowned. "We agreed on this yesterday."
Zachary yanked the blanket down, showing off the scratches on his neck and chest. The marks, both deep and shallow, covered his chest and shoulders, some even bleeding.
He pointed at the wounds. "Yeah, we agreed, but you nearly skinned me alive. Asking for a higher price isn't too much, is it?"
"There are more on my back. Wanna see?" He started to turn over, but Winona quickly pressed him down. "Don't turn over. A higher price is fine, but I'll only add money."
"Do I look like I need money?"
"Don't even think about anything else." Winona felt talking like this while lying face-to-face was too intimate, so she propped herself up to sit.
Halfway through, she froze.
After a few seconds of silence, Winona suddenly turned and glared at Zachary. "You didn't use protection last night?"
He lazily leaned against the headboard, looking completely satisfied. "Mrs. Bailey, does the house have condoms?"
"Your house, you're asking me?"
There used to be a stash. Back then, she had feelings for him and really thought they had a future together, so she’d stocked up, hoping they'd have their intimate moments. But over time, those plans fizzled out. The packets expired, untouched. Because she realized he was never going to make a move, after that disappointment, she didn't bother buying any more.
Zachary gave her a knowing look. "I live alone and have no sexual needs. Why would I prepare those things, just to let them expire?"
This hit Winona's sore spot. She bit her teeth and sneered. "Yeah, just to let them expire, right?"
She lifted the blanket to get out of bed, but halfway through, she remembered she was naked underneath and quickly covered herself again. She turned to Zachary and snapped, "Turn around."
Zachary felt a bit wronged by her yelling but knew that if he really let her go, their relationship, which had just taken a step forward, would regress, maybe even worse than before. "I'll go buy some later."
He thought Winona was angry about the lack of protection. "Sorry, last night was an exception. I didn't think..."
Before Zachary could finish, Winona angrily stuffed a pillow into his mouth, "Shut up."
After a moment of staring at each other, Zachary's muffled voice came from under the pillow, "Winona, let's have a baby."
Winona's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you kidding? A baby, with you?"
Zachary had just thought of it suddenly and mentioned it casually. He didn't really care about having a baby.
But seeing her look like she'd seen a ghost, the idea became real and firm. "Other people our age already have kids in school."
'Why do other people's kids go to school while we don't have any? Isn't that something you know best?' she thought.
Just as Winona was about to retort, Zachary continued, "Winona, I want a baby with you."
'Why did he have to speak to me with such deep affection, making it hard for me to be harsh?' Winona mused.
Soft-heartedness, once it happened, it happened countless times.
Being stared at like this, Winona felt uncomfortable and looked away. "A child is impossible. Don't even think about it."
Her voice softened noticeably. Once someone showed weakness, they only retreated further.
Zachary looked disappointed. "Then you have to take responsibility for what happened last night."
He turned slightly, showing her the scratches on his back. Bright red and glaring.
Winona covered her eyes, feeling even guiltier. "We agreed last night was to thank you, to help you with your illness..."
Under Zachary's aggrieved and accusing gaze, her voice grew smaller and smaller until she couldn't continue.
After a moment of silence, she quietly defended herself, "I don't remember scratching you that much?"
She was drunk and not clear-headed, plus some psychological issues. Winona couldn't remember clearly. Could she really be a violent person? Liking to scratch during sex?
Zachary lied without flinching. "You kept saying it hurt last night. Every time you said it, you scratched me hard. You probably resent me a lot and took the chance to vent on me."
In fact, she had only said it hurt at the beginning, then made no sound, not even a natural moan. Later, he coaxed her for a long time and used some force before she made a sound.
He looked sincere, with no sign of lying.
Winona almost believed him, with the remaining doubt being very shaky.
'Could I really hate him that much subconsciously?' she thought.
Zachary said, "Why would I scratch myself like this to frame you? You wouldn't feel sorry for me, and you're being irresponsible."
"What responsibility should I take?"
"Any relationship not aimed at marriage is irresponsible. You slept with me, scratched me like this, only cared about your own pleasure, sometimes telling me to go faster, sometimes slower. If that's not being irresponsible, what is?"
Now, Winona's face was red beyond belief.
She had been drunk, not amnesiac. She remembered what she had done, and not only that, she had demanded it.
Thinking of that scene, she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself.
The sweet talk she used to tease him was simply unbearable to hear.
Winona irritably scratched her head. She was supposed to be questioning him about not using protection, but now it felt like she was the one should be punished.
But this was clearly the condition they had agreed on last night. How did she become the one at fault now?
Winona opened her mouth, speaking with difficulty, "Sorry, I was drunk last night."
Rebecca had complained about her bad drinking habits before, but she hadn't believed it. Now she saw that her drinking habits were not just bad.
'It was all the fault of drinking!' she concluded.
Winona now wished she could slap herself. How could she have been so impulsive?
She couldn't hide anything from Zachary. Whatever she felt showed on her face. Zachary lowered his eyelashes, afraid of revealing the joy in his eyes. "We've tried it. Based on your reaction last night, you should be quite satisfied with my ability. Shouldn't you at least give me another chance?"
He spoke cautiously, as if he had no say in the matter. "I was wrong before. I'm sorry. Let's try again. If after trying you still think I'm not suitable to be your husband, I won't bother you anymore."
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