Chapter 348 I'll Be Gentle
Zachary buried his face in Winona's shoulder, his warm body pressed against hers, his dry fingers running through her hair, brushing against her scalp, while his other hand held her slender waist.
The tingling sensation made Winona's spine shiver.
"Try what you said last time," Zachary whispered in her ear, his voice husky.
Last time? Winona couldn't remember. At this moment, she couldn't spare the effort to recall, but she vaguely understood what Zachary meant.
"No..."
She didn't know why she was refusing, but her desire was already aroused. It was probably due to physical reasons, her mind was blank, and all her responses were purely instinctual.
However, just as she just said no, Zachary pulled her over and pinned her to the bed.
Zachary knelt on one knee at the edge of the bed, looking down at Winona. His intense gaze fell on her, filled with lust, a powerful sense of oppression and desire for conquest emanating from him. His kiss-reddened lips were just inches away from hers.
Zachary was holding back.
His fingers tightened into fists on either side of her body. The veins on his neck bulged, his chest heaved, and his heavy breathing echoed in the quiet room.
"Winona, you want me too," he stated.
Winona could hardly bear the way he was looking at her, so focused and intense, his expression serious, without a hint of teasing or jest, as if they were discussing something serious, not about sex.
Winona turned her head slightly.
Noticing her evasion, Zachary cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. "You can't fool me. When I kissed you, you reacted. You want me."
Winona's face was burning, but not as much as the heat between her legs.
Zachary's words echoed in her ears, each word like a firework exploding in her mind.
In the end, her mind was filled with just one thing, his tempting words, "You want me."
Zachary leaned down, his loose tie falling and brushing against her face. "If you want me, then why refuse?"
Winona parted her lips to speak, but no words came out.
She didn't know how to answer him because she didn't even know what she was thinking at that moment.
Zachary's hands explored her body, alternating between gentle and firm touches, with each one seemingly finding her most sensitive areas.
He whispered, "Winona, relax. I'll be gentle."
He kissed her with a range of intensity, at times gently and at times so passionately that her lips and tongue tingled and lost sensation. Winona gazed at the ceiling, her eyes reflecting light like rippling water, gradually becoming blurred.
She was dressed in a casual-style shirt today, and Zachary's hand found her buttons, skillfully undoing them.
Winona tightly gripped his wrist, her nails digging into his flesh, leaving noticeable marks. Other than that, she made no other moves.
It was hard to tell if she wanted to stop him or was just holding on.
The sudden ringing of a phone broke the intimate atmosphere in the room. Both Winona and Zachary had the same brand of phone with the default ringtone, making it hard to tell whose phone was ringing.
Turning a deaf ear to it, Zachary continued unbuttoning her shirt.
However, the mood was ruined, and it was hard to get it back, especially with the phone ringing persistently, indicating something urgent.
The desire in Winona's eyes gradually faded, replaced by clarity. She pushed Zachary, "Get up. I need to take this call."
The ringtone was coming from her bag on the floor.
Zachary refused, "Wait a bit."
"It's been ringing non-stop. It must be something urgent," said Winona.
Zachary was angry, his voice full of dejection, "What could be so urgent?"
Despite his words, he let go of her, propping himself up and putting some distance between them.
But that little distance was all Winona needed to slip away. She bent her body and slipped out like a nimble fish.
Winona stood barefoot on the floor, bent down, and grabbed her bag.
The call was from Sophie in the Watson Group's project department. She had already called twice. "Sophie, what's up?"
"Winona, Mr. Matthew Watson got injured. He fell into a pit inspecting the site in Traverse City. I just took him to the hospital. You need to come quickly."
"Is it serious? Have you notified Mr. and Mrs. Watson?" Winona asked.
Family members needed to be present for various signatures and procedures. There wasn't much she could do.
Zachary got up from the bed, straightened his disheveled clothes, and asked with a frown, "Mr. and Mrs. Watson are on vacation. What happened?"
Winona put the phone on speaker, and Sophie's anxious, almost tearful voice came through, "A piece of rebar pierced his flesh, and his face is covered in blood. He's already been taken to the emergency room. I don't know how serious it is. I was checking something else when it happened. The workers said Mr. Matthew Watson slipped while trying to pick something up."
Zachary walked out while contacting Matthew's other immediate family members, as surgery required a family member's signature.
Winona comforted Sophie a bit and followed him.
"You stay home. I'll go see what's going on and call you," Zachary said to Winona.
She wondered if Matthew was up to something again. How could he fall into a pit while inspecting a site with so many people around, and the call just happened to come to her?
"Let's go together," said Winona.
Zachary gave her a deep look, then turned and continued downstairs. Winona followed, and he didn't stop her, which was a tacit agreement.
When Zachary and Winona arrived at the hospital, Matthew had already been moved to a regular ward. His uncle was there, looking displeased.
The tension in the room was palpable. Sophie was huddled in a corner, looking like a frightened quail with her head down.
When Brandon saw Zachary enter, his face immediately lit up with a smile, but when he mentioned Matthew, he couldn't hide his anger, "Zachary, you're just in time. You can give him a talking-to. It's just a wallet. If it's lost, it's lost. Why risk his life for it?"
"Uncle Brandon," Matthew quickly interrupted, "I'm fine now. It's late. You should go home and be with your wife. Isn't she afraid of the dark?"
Brandon retorted, "You weren't afraid of losing face when you did something stupid, but now you're embarrassed when I scold you? Fine, Zachary and his wife are here. Show them that wallet. What brand is it that it's worth risking your life for?"
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