Chapter 495 Having Another Child
The screen showed just one line: [Winona, shall we have a baby?]
A knock snapped Winona out of her thoughts. She quickly put down her phone, slipped on her slippers, and headed to the door, brushing her flushed cheeks as she went.
Zachary was standing outside when she opened the door.
Winona gave him a playful smile. "I thought you were leaving?"
"If I didn't leave, how could I take Matthew away?" Zachary said with a smirk. He walked in and, as soon as the door closed, pulled Winona into his arms.
Winona didn't resist, letting him hold her. "Matthew's been a big help to the Bailey Group lately. Try not to clash with him every time you see him."
"We're like brothers in everything else, but when it comes to you, we're rivals. Should I just invite him for tea instead of making things difficult?" Zachary replied.
Both Zachary and Matthew knew this well. That's why, at the observation deck, Matthew didn't go to the hospital with Austin but came up with Samuel to rescue Zachary.
The warmth of Winona in Zachary's arms was intoxicating, making him want to get even closer. He kissed her forehead, then slowly moved to the corner of her mouth. "Winona, even if the baby is just a dream, let's make it real tonight..."
He leaned close to her ear, his voice husky and full of desire. "Shall we?"
Zachary's voice was right next to her ear—casual yet undeniably seductive. Unlike her earlier reaction to the message, the warmth of his breath sent tingles across her skin, a delightful shiver running through her body.
Winona's body softened, and Zachary held her waist to keep her from falling.
She turned her head away, her hand wrinkling his perfectly ironed coat. Her mind was a mess, but she still had some sense left. "Aren't you worried Timothy will find out with you coming here so often?" she asked.
Zachary shrugged. "He's too busy with his own problems to keep tabs on me."
To sabotage the Bailey Group's new project, he had set a trap. Samuel had countered it, causing Timothy to get himself into trouble. Now, Timothy was too busy dealing with his own issues to pay attention to Zachary.
Because of Zachary's actions, they found clues to remove the mole planted in the Bailey Group.
No wonder Zachary was so fearless, blocking Winona at the door and coming back after leaving.
Zachary kissed her cheek, moving down to her neck, stopping at her sexy collarbone.
Winona was wearing flat, soft slippers. Zachary's bent posture was tiring, so he lifted her and placed her on the shoe cabinet in the hallway. He murmured, "I read online that some positions are better for conception. Let's try them all tonight..."
Winona glared at him, embarrassed and angry. "Zachary, can't you think of anything besides sex? Do you think it's that easy to get pregnant?"
Zachary grinned. "If it doesn't work once, we'll try a few more times. We'll get there eventually..."
Winona cut him off, "Shut up."
Given the current situation, she had no intention of getting pregnant.
"Okay, I'll shut up and just do it," Zachary said, lifting Winona. The sudden lift made her instinctively wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.Their bodies pressed closer together, and through the thin layers of fabric, Zachary's reaction was obvious. He didn't bother to hide it. "Winona, it's been almost five months since we last had sex. Just once, okay? I'll be gentle," he pleaded.
Winona didn't resist. In the quiet night, two people in love pressed together like this would naturally feel desire. She was already wavering, and his pleading tone made her heart soften.
But she hesitated because of other concerns.
Seeing that Winona didn't pull away, Zachary happily kissed her again. Winona instinctively tilted her head, responding to his kiss.
The rustling of clothes was particularly clear in the quiet room, and her mind went blank.
The atmosphere around them was thick with silence. From the back of Winona's head, held by Zachary, a tingling sensation spread down her spine. She felt dizzy, her back against the wall, fingers clutching his shirt as she endured his kiss. It wasn't until a chill ran through her that she came to her senses and pushed him away, her breath shaky. "We don't have anything."
Zachary, unprepared, was pushed several steps back, still lost in the passionate kiss. "What?"
Realizing what Winona meant, he said softly, "Winona, let's have a child."
Winona retorted, "When the child is born, will they take the Bailey or Ramsey name? When they ask about their father, should I say he's dead or undercover? Should I pretend not to know you when you see them, or should I wait for you to come back while pregnant?"
Zachary fell silent.
As the desire faded, the fog in his eyes cleared. He reached out with an apologetic gesture to rub Winona's head, stepping closer to embrace her. "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. I got a bit carried away."
Pregnancy was a challenging journey, and Zachary couldn't bear to let Winona endure it alone. Even if they could move back to the Bailey family home, where Lydia and the nanny would be present, no one could replace the role of a husband.
His body's reaction hadn't fully subsided, so Zachary gently released Winona and said, "I'm going to take a shower. You should get some rest."
As he headed to the bathroom, he took his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and opened a shopping app.
The bathroom door closed, and soon the sound of water was heard. Winona jumped down from the shoe cabinet. Zachary told her to go to sleep, but how could she? She felt sticky and uncomfortable, and she figured Zachary was probably worse off.
In this cold weather, just hearing the sound of the water made her shiver, and she didn't hear the water heater kick on.
In the bathroom, cold water poured down from above, making Zachary's body tense. As the heat left his body, his reaction was forcibly suppressed. Water droplets clung to his long eyelashes, rolling down his chiseled features.
He tilted his head slightly, the cold water hitting his Adam's apple, drawing a sexy, elongated line from his jaw, neck, to his shoulders, clearly exposed under the light.
Suddenly, the tightly closed glass door of the bathroom made a slight sound. Zachary stood up straight, turned his head, and looked warily. This was a conditioned reflex formed from months of being in danger.
The door, which had been tightly closed, was now slightly ajar, slowly being pushed open.
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