Chapter 440 Revealing the Identity
Winona said, "Alright, take off your pants first, then I'll kiss you."
If Nicholas was Zachary, she'd kiss him. If not, she'd kick him out.
Nicholas frowned. "No way, you're lying. If you don't kiss me, it means you're not my girlfriend."
Winona smiled softly. Compared to Nicholas's serious look, she felt like a wolf tricking a kid. "I really am your girlfriend," she said.
"Hold on," Nicholas cut her off, turning on his phone's recording app. "Say that again."
Winona was speechless. She was out of patience. Without another word, she yanked down Nicholas's pants.
In her rush, she accidentally lifted his shirt halfway. She knew he had injuries, but she didn't expect so many.
Winona's hands shook as she touched the fresh scars. She ran her fingers over his skin, feeling the rough texture. "How did you get these?" she asked.
She couldn't imagine the pain he went through. When she lifted his shirt, there was barely any unscarred skin.
Right then, she hoped Nicholas wasn't Zachary.
Nicholas answered, "I was beaten. They didn't feed me and locked me in a dark room."
Just hearing that made her feel suffocated. "Who did this to you?" she asked.
The injuries still looked fresh. He was brought back to the Ramsey family last year. How could he get hurt like this at home?
"Was it someone from the Ramsey family?" Winona was furious.
Nicholas looked at her eagerly and shook his head. "I don't know. I didn't recognize them."
"Does it hurt?" Looking at his face, so similar to Zachary's, Winona's eyes filled with tears.
She believed Nicholas was Zachary. Why else would he buy so many things for her? But another voice in her head said he wasn't.
Zachary wasn't this obedient when drunk. He didn't go on drunken rampages, but he didn't talk much either, staying quiet and sullen. Later, when drunk, he'd act spoiled and put on a tough front.
Winona stopped trying to pull down his pants. "Nicholas, are you Zachary?" she asked.
The living room went silent.
Nicholas looked at her, his deep eyes dark, his Adam's apple moving slightly. "You can think of me as him."
"In your dreams." Winona angrily pushed him onto the sofa.
Nicholas didn't resist and was easily pinned down. He wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her from falling and carefully supported her with the other hand, afraid she might bump her belly. "Is the baby already formed?" he asked.
Winona was focused on unbuckling his belt and didn't hear him. She sensed he was asking a question and responded, "Yeah."
Nicholas asked, "Have you had an ultrasound?" He had recently researched a lot about pregnancy, knowing that a check-up was needed at three months and a record had to be started. "Which hospital are you planning to give birth at?"
Winona paused, looking up at him, whose eyes were bright, reflecting the light like stars. Her heart skipped a beat, and she asked hoarsely, "Do you care about this child?"
Nicholas slightly turned his head, pursing his lips. "I have a relative who runs a hospital. If you haven't..."
Winona remembered that the Ramsey Group owned hospitals, fancy private ones at that, and her eyes dimmed. "You trying to make a buck off me? Do you get a cut for the referral?"
Nicholas grunted. "Yeah."
He pressed down on Winona's hand, which was unbuckling his trousers, looking at her with clear eyes, not a trace of drunkenness. "Have you thought it through? Do you really want to take off my pants? Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he asked.
Winona pressed her hand against his crotch, feeling the hardness and heat. He was aroused.
But Nicholas looked calm, not embarrassed at all. "If you take them off, you have to take responsibility. You got me all worked up, so you have to finish the job."
Winona replied, "Okay."
But she thought to herself that if he weren't Zachary, she would have kicked him out already.
Nicholas saw through her thoughts and said, "If that's the case, everyone will know how heartless you are after sleeping with me. What kind of wedding do you like? I'll start planning."
Winona thought, 'This jerk is threatening me.'
Nicholas propped himself up slightly, leaning close to her ear, his voice hoarse as he spoke each word clearly. "Fifty percent chance. Do you want to take a gamble? Even if you lose, having a boyfriend like me isn't a bad deal. But I don't like secret relationships, so we'll hold a press conference tomorrow to announce our relationship."
Noticing Winona's silence, he decisively let go of her hand and continued unbuckling his trousers.
As soon as Winona's hand was freed, she quickly pulled it back from his crotch, her palm burning hot. She scrambled off him and said, "Since you're not drunk, please leave. I'm a single woman, and it's not appropriate for me to host a stranger."
Nicholas was very confident, and his eager demeanor made it seem like he was certain she would lose, which was why Winona hesitated. If he had shown even the slightest hesitation, she might have taken the risk.
Nicholas looked a bit disappointed and said, "That's not what you said when you brought me back. You said you were my girlfriend and coaxed me to take off my pants for you. You've seen and touched, but you're not taking responsibility."
Winona slammed the bedroom door. If she listened any longer, she feared she wouldn't be able to resist throwing him out.
Nicholas looked at the closed door, unable to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. He placed one hand behind his head and slowly lay back down.
This was the heart of Dreamopolis, bustling during the day but quiet at night. And Winona's apartment was on a high floor, and except for the sound of the wind, it was completely silent.
Nicholas almost enjoyed this rare tranquility, not needing to wear a mask or be constantly on guard.
With his mind relaxed, the alcohol and sleepiness gradually took over. Nicholas closed his eyes and fell asleep within minutes.
After washing up and applying moisturizer, Winona opened the door to check if Nicholas had left, since she hadn't heard the door close earlier.
The living room light was still on. On the sofa, the tall Nicholas was curled up pitifully, eyes closed, breathing steadily—already asleep.
Winona had intended to kick him out, but seeing that familiar face, she softened. She walked over quietly, looking down at him. Nicholas had his eyes closed, long lashes casting shadows on his eyelids.
In the warm light, the two created a scene of peaceful tranquility.
Winona crouched down in front of the sofa, and after a long while, she whispered, "Zachary, is that you?"
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