Chapter 362 An Unexpected Question
When Zachary got Anthony's call, he was stuck in a meeting. His mind went blank, and everything around him went silent.
He sat in the chair, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from his body, making even the slightest movement of his fingers incredibly difficult. Took him a good ten seconds to get his mojo back.
He got up, face all tight, and stormed out of the conference room without a peep.
Even long after the event, the executives present still vividly remembered how grim and gloomy Zachary's expression was at that moment.
Winona's eyes were glazed over, moving slow, but not in a scared way. She looked at Zachary, but it was like she wasn't really seeing him. After a bit, she mumbled, "I'm sorry."
She looked totally spaced out, like she was stuck in some mental fog no one else could enter. She was like a lifeless doll.
Zachary grabbed her hand tight, the pain snapping Winona back to reality. "Winona."
Her eyes finally focused on his stern face. "They're coming for me."
"I know."
Anthony had already given him the lowdown over the phone.
"If I hadn't asked Rebecca to pick me up, she wouldn't be hurt."
"Winona," Zachary pulled her into his arms, holding her uninjured wrist, his fingers running through her hair, his palm pressing against the back of her head. "There's no need to feel guilty about this."
She melted into Zachary's embrace, breathing in his familiar scent. He held her so tight, like he wanted to fuse them into one.
His heavy breathing was right by her ear, his chest rising and falling hard.
Being held so fiercely, Winona found a release for her emotions.
From the despair when the prison guard rushed into the visiting hall with the phone, to the guilt of causing Rebecca's injury, and the unrestrained anger towards the mastermind, along with the hidden fear among all these emotions, all surged out from the depths of her heart the moment Zachary pulled her into his arms.
All her strength crumbled in that moment.
Winona clutched the hem of Zachary's shirt tightly. The fabric rubbed against the burn on her arm, causing intense pain, but she didn't let go.
In the quiet room, only their breathing could be heard.
The intense emotional outburst in a short period made her head feel like it was about to explode, the pain as if someone had pried open her skull and stuffed in too many things to process at once.
She desperately wanted an outlet, something to stop her from thinking, even if just for a moment of respite.
No one spoke, and no one moved.
Winona's face was pressed against Zachary's chest, her ears filled with the sound of his rapid heartbeat. "Wanna do it?"
Zachary instantly tensed up.
He actually had no thoughts of sex, even though their bodies were pressed tightly together. Winona was injured and had just been through a major shock. No decent person would have such thoughts at a time like this.
But the whole vibe got shattered, and certain topics came up, making it hard for him to keep it together.
Summer clothes were pretty much useless in such a tight hug. He could feel her breath on his chest and her body pressed against his waist and abdomen.
His brain was in a tug-of-war between rationality and instinct, but rationality won out in the end.
He couldn't take advantage of her when she was this vulnerable.
Even though he had taken advantage of her vulnerability in the past, this was different.
Zachary let her go, wrapping her in a blanket like a burrito, and awkwardly stood up from the bed. "You get some sleep. I'll go talk to Anthony."
"Are you planning to talk to Anthony like this?" She lifted her chin, pointing at his lower abdomen.
"Isn't it working down there?"
For a guy, no words were more provocative than those. Zachary sat back on the bed, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her hard.
There was a fierce look in his eyes as he pressed her between the headboard and his body, biting her lips and taking her breath away, intense and impulsive.
Winona tilted her head back, the lack of oxygen making her dizzy and her vision blurry.
Zachary's hand slipped under her shirt, but he stopped when he touched her skin, continuing to kiss her. "Winona, are you trying to dump me?"
"If you regret it tomorrow, are you gonna call me a hypocrite who took advantage of you and dump me?" His body was tense to the extreme, but he stopped at the last moment.
Winona's waist was marked with red from his grip, her confused eyes tinged with a pink hue.
She looked at Zachary, her mind blank, not hearing his words clearly.
Noticing he had stopped, she instinctively reached for his belt buckle.
Zachary's rationality was already battered by his physical instincts. Winona's obviously suggestive action made it impossible for him to think. He leaned down again, not giving Winona a chance to refuse.
He knew she probably just wanted something to do to distract herself, and he happened to be there. But being able to hold back at such a time was something few men could do.
Zachary was covered in sweat, with the veins on his neck and hands bulging. He hovered over Winona, his voice tight. "I'll be gentle this time. I won't hurt you, Winona. Don't be nervous, baby."
His voice, hoarse to the extreme, carried a hint of coaxing. His hand brushed through her hair, kissing her gently to soothe her emotions.
When he said he'd be gentle, he really was, afraid of hurting her. If Winona showed even the slightest discomfort, he would stop immediately and ask, "Does it hurt?"
Winona's hand rested on his tense arm. "I want to sleep."
Zachary remained silent.
Winona said, "If you keep acting like a weakling who can barely breathe, get off me."
This was blatant disdain and provocation.
Zachary sneered, pinning her hands above her head. The gentle breeze turned into a storm, and Winona soon couldn't utter any words of disdain.
Amidst the rapid sounds, a few suppressed moans could be heard, filling the room with the sounds of passion, making anyone who heard it blush.
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