Chapter 573 You Dislike Me
Winona knew she couldn't handle her liquor well, so she made sure not to drink too much. After seeing everyone off, she rubbed her sore neck and went to her room for a bath. She put on a face mask, dried her hair, and changed into comfortable clothes. By the time she was done, an hour had passed.
Zachary had already showered and was leaning against the headboard, texting on his phone.
Winona slipped under the covers and grabbed her phone from the nightstand to message Rebecca. She should be home by now. Opening WhatsApp, she saw that Rebecca had sent her a game invite and a 30-second voice message about half an hour ago.
Seeing the invite, Winona suddenly understood what Rebecca had meant. She had recently been roped into playing a few games and knew there was a profession called game companion.
Realizing this, Winona didn't dare to play the voice message, fearing Rebecca might have said something outrageous. Zachary was right next to her, and unless she turned the volume down to the minimum and listened with the phone pressed to her ear, he would definitely hear it.
Winona put her phone on silent, asked Rebecca if she was home, and began to sneakily convert the voice message to text.
Suddenly, Zachary moved closer, startling Winona. She quickly shoved her phone under the pillow. "What's up with you?"
Zachary hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. In a husky voice, he asked, "What did Rebecca want?"
He was only wearing pants after his shower, his bare chest pressed against her back through the thin fabric. Winona was nervous, unsure if he had seen Rebecca's message. She just wanted to brush it off quickly and delete the chat history.
Winona didn't expect him to still be thinking about it. After a moment, she said, "Playing a game."
It wasn't exactly a lie, just not the whole truth.
"So, you not only pick based on skill but also on looks and body?"
Winona laughed awkwardly. "It's a video game character. Picking a good-looking one is more pleasing to the eye. Changing the character later costs money."
Zachary kissed the back of her neck, making Winona shiver as the tingling sensation spread through her body. "Weren't you going to ask Rebecca if she got home? Why haven't you sent the message?"
"I did ask. She hasn't replied, but since Mr. Lewis took her home, she should be fine. If she doesn't reply, it's okay. Let's sleep."
A new WhatsApp notification came in.
Winona was speechless.
Zachary waited for half a minute, then reminded her, "You got a new message. Aren't you going to check it? It might be from Rebecca."
He kept bringing up Rebecca, making Winona suspect he had seen the message and was teasing her.
Winona retrieved her phone from under the pillow, unlocked it under Zachary's intense gaze, and saw the chat with Rebecca. There was a new message and the text from the voice message she had converted earlier.
Rebecca, a native of Dreamopolis, had spoken clearly, and the text conversion was flawless: "Come on, let's play. I picked that guy you said you liked. He said if we book him for two hours tonight, he'll show his abs, top-notch, eight-pack."
The new message read: "She's asleep."
Winona was speechless.
Zachary was speechless.
The air was thick with awkward silence.
Winona turned to Zachary. "Why does Anthony have Rebecca's phone?"
More importantly, how did he unlock it?
Zachary didn't care about Anthony and Rebecca. He was focused on the text. "What does 'book him for two hours' mean?"
"It means playing a game together. People our age are busy with work and don't have time to play games. It's hard to get a group together, so companies offer this service to play with you online. Don't listen to Rebecca's nonsense. They don't allow adding personal WhatsApp contacts. There's no showing abs. Doing anything inappropriate would get them banned."
Zachary didn't respond, just stared at her. Winona's voice grew quieter. "We played a couple of games together before. I thought he was good, so I mentioned it. I didn't know Rebecca would take it seriously."
Winona hadn't known about this service before. When she heard the guy calling Rebecca "baby" and "darling," she jokingly asked if she had paid for it, and it turned out she had.
Zachary lay back, staring at the ceiling with a look of despair. "Is it his skill or his abs? You said you liked eight-packs, but I only have six. I've been injured, almost died a few times, and haven't been able to work out. I can't meet your muscle man fantasies. It's understandable if you're disappointed."
Winona was speechless.
She felt Zachary was playing the pity card to achieve some hidden goal. But seeing his pitiful expression and hearing him talk about his near-death experiences, she felt a pang of guilt. Intentional or not, it didn't matter. "I like six-packs too."
"You're lying," Zachary accused. "Since I got out of the hospital and could shower myself, you haven't looked below my collarbone, let alone touched me. You push me away when I hug you. You must be disappointed in me."
Winona was speechless.
Zachary was wrong about that. She was being careful because he was so sensitive, and certain parts of him reacted quickly.
The doctor had said Zachary's bones hadn't fully healed and he couldn't do strenuous activities. He shouldn't walk for more than half an hour a day and not too fast. In this condition, Winona didn't dare make any bold moves or give him certain looks. If he didn't heal properly and ended up with a limp, it would be embarrassing to explain why.
"I don't."
"Even though we sleep together, there's enough space between us for two more people. You don't even want to touch me."
"It's not that. The doctor said you can't do anything strenuous."
Winona turned to face Zachary. To avoid misunderstandings, she propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at him.
Zachary's fingers threaded through her hair, pulling her closer. "Can I at least get a kiss? You haven't kissed me in days."
Before Winona could answer, he gently brushed his lips against hers, waiting for her permission.
Winona's heart softened, and she agreed.
Before she finished speaking, Zachary's lips captured hers, his tongue gently parting her lips, tenderly nibbling at her.
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