Chapter 338 Is My Skill Really That Bad?
The compartment was cramped, and Zachary held Winona close. Her hand brushed his damp clothes, and the storm's scent lingered.
Even though nothing happened, there was this weird, sticky tension making the car feel hotter.
Zachary loosened his grip on Winona's waist, leaned in, and went for a kiss.
Winona raised her hand, blocking him, so his lips landed on her palm.
She turned her head and pointed outside. "The rain stopped."
Zachary stayed silent.
"There's an injured person at home. You even fought with him before you left. Aren't you worried Austin might be in bad shape by morning?"
Clearly, this was just an excuse.
A pretty weak one, too.
There were bodyguards and a family doctor at home. Even if Austin was in bad shape, they'd get him to a hospital. No way he'd be left unnoticed.
Zachary stared at her, looking like he wanted to say something but held back. His expression was heavier than usual. After a bit, he said, "Okay."
The car ride was quiet. When they stopped at the villa, Winona got out. Zachary stayed in his seat, lit a cigarette, and the smoke blurred his sharp features. His eyes looked dark and deep.
Winona stood outside, holding the door. "Aren't you coming in?"
"Winona," he said, exhaling smoke. "You go in first. I'll finish this cigarette and come in later."
Winona nodded and went inside.
Zachary called Samuel. It rang once before Samuel picked up. "What's up?"
"Why would a woman not want to sleep with you?"
"She doesn't love you," Samuel replied bluntly.
Zachary felt a tightness in his chest and took a moment before continuing the conversation. "But she agreed to be my girlfriend."
"Maybe you are just bad in bed."
Zachary took a deep breath. "Shut up."
He must've been crazy to ask Samuel. That guy couldn't even win back his own woman.
Samuel stayed quiet. The sound of wind came through the phone. Zachary frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Playing a game," Samuel said, looking at the dark windows of the villa. "Got time for a drink? You're alone, like a ghost in Regal Oaks."
Zachary snorted and hung up.
Samuel listened to the dial tone, cursed, and looked at the closed villa door. He felt so frustrated he wanted to climb back in and confront Julia.
Samuel sniffed his arm. A faint perfume scent lingered.
At the club, a woman had bumped into him, and he just helped her up. How did that make him dirty?
A video call came in. Samuel glanced at it and answered irritably, "Are you nuts? Two grown men can't just talk on the phone? Do you really need to video call? Are you that short on phone credit?"
The screen showed a long, slender hand with distinct knuckles. It was a good-looking hand, but clearly a man's hand, and it was Zachary's.
Samuel paused and said, "Do you need me to contact that psychologist for you again?"
Zachary didn't speak, just waved his hand in the light.
Samuel squinted and looked away from the screen. The glare from the metal ring on Zachary's finger almost blinded him. He couldn't see the design clearly, but the only ring worn on that finger was a wedding ring. "Did you and Winona make up?"
"You guessed it yourself. I didn't say anything." His smug look made Samuel want to slap him.
"Did she move back to Regal Oaks?"
"Yeah."
Samuel snorted, "So what? She still won't sleep with you."
"We made up, so reconciliation isn't far off."
This time, Samuel didn't provoke him. "If Winona agreed to make up with you, she probably still has feelings for you. If she won't sleep with you, maybe she just thinks your skills in bed are bad."
He wasn't Winona, so how could he know if she still had feelings for Zachary?
But as a brother, knowing Zachary's feelings, he was happy for him now that Zachary had gotten what he wanted.
"Feelings aren't measured by that. If a woman doesn't like you, even if you have sex eighteen times a night, she still won't like you."
Just like Julia.
She didn't like him, no matter how well he treated her.
Just when Samuel thought he had moved Zachary with his words, Zachary suddenly said, "Eighteen times? Are you a tiger? That's too quick."
Samuel replied, "You can go to hell. Don't call me again. If I were Winona, I'd kill you. Sleeping with you is worse than sleeping with a pile driver."
The video call ended.
Zachary exited the chat with Samuel and stared at the WhatsApp interface. Winona's name was right in his line of sight.
He clicked in and typed: [Do you not like me anymore?]
After typing, he looked at it and deleted it.
What if she replied that she didn't like him? Would he break up with her? If not, wouldn't that leave a knot in his heart?
No, that wouldn't be good for future development.
[Do you not like doing that kind of thing?]
She seemed to like it. She used to complain that he wasn't good enough.
Typing, deleting, over and over again.
Finally, Zachary sent: [Is my skill in bed really that bad?]
'Samuel must have been lying. Isn't that just how it is? What does skill have to do with it? Could there really be different positions?' he thought.
When Winona received the message, she was drinking water. She choked and couldn't control it, spraying water all over her phone screen.
She quickly walked to the window, lifted the curtain, and looked at the car in the parking lot below.
Inside the car.
Zachary looked up, his gaze meeting hers through the windshield.
A few seconds later, Winona's phone rang. It was a video call from Zachary.
Her face was so hot it could fry an egg. She hung up the video call and switched to a phone call. "Zachary, why are you acting crazy again?"
Zachary's hoarse voice came through, "Winona, you still haven't answered my question."
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