Chapter 684 I Will Be Gentle
Winona eyed him suspiciously and warned, "If you lie to me again, this engagement ring's gonna turn into a breakup ring."
Zachary knew there was no point in hiding it anymore. He raised his hand and gently ruffled her hair. "I'm not lying this time. It's just that you might not understand those test reports."
"Don't give me that. No excuses. Go get the reports now."
When he came back with the reports, Winona was in the kitchen cooking. She wore a plain apron, her hair clipped up at the back with a few loose strands falling around her face. The warm yellow light bathed her, making her delicate earlobes glow softly, even highlighting the fine hairs on them.
The scene was cozy and endearing. Regal Oaks had always felt cold and empty, but now it suddenly felt like home.
Zachary stopped in his tracks, not wanting to disrupt the warm moment.
It had been a long time since Winona had cooked. So long that he had forgotten the scenes of her cooking for him.
Watching her busy in the kitchen brought back some blurry memories, like looking through a fog.
Winona turned to open the fridge and saw Zachary standing there, staring at her. "What are you doing just standing there? Come help."
The shift was like falling from a perfect romantic movie back into ordinary life. The warm light made the scene lively and real.
Zachary smiled and walked over, feeling happy. "Okay."
He handed the test reports to Winona and took the knife from her, skillfully chopping the vegetables.
Winona glanced at the reports, first checking the date to confirm she hadn't gone with him for the tests. She only skimmed a few pages before setting them down.
She couldn't understand them. They were just a bunch of numbers.
Even though there were standard ranges, she didn't know what it meant if they were out of range or how serious it was.
Better to leave professional matters to professionals. She decided to ask a doctor about it tomorrow.
Winona put the reports aside. Amid the monotonous sound of chopping, Zachary suddenly said, "I've eaten it before."
"What?"
"The food you cooked. I've eaten it before," he said, pausing his chopping and turning to look at her. "That one time I came home late, you were already asleep. There were leftovers from your dinner on the table, and I ate them."
After reconciling with Zachary, this was the first time Winona had cooked, so he was talking about something from their three years of marriage.
But it was such a small thing, and so long ago, that she had forgotten about it.
Zachary's serious expression made her feel a bit guilty for forgetting, so she nodded and asked, "Was it good?"
Seeing her confused look, Zachary knew she didn't remember. He wanted to tell her the exact time, but he couldn't recall the specific day either.
It was just an ordinary day of working late, nothing memorable.
Zachary turned back to chopping, feeling a bit down. Winona leaned in closer, "I asked you, was it good?"
Everyone likes to be praised, but she knew her cooking was just okay. Zachary was probably the only one who would compliment her cooking.
He pressed his lips together and gave a fair assessment. "Not bad."
It had been so long that he couldn't remember the taste, only that it wasn't particularly impressive.
His response sounded like a food critic, and she pouted in dissatisfaction. "You're no fun."
Zachary sensed her annoyance and, after a few seconds, changed his answer. "It was good."
Winona had only pretended to be angry, but his change of heart made her genuinely upset. She straightened up. "You cook then."
"Winona," he quickly pulled her into his arms, turning and lifting her onto the counter, placing himself between her legs.
He lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers. "The taste was average, not amazing, but it was the best food I've ever had."
Seeing his earnest explanation, Winona felt like she was being too harsh. She pushed him lightly. "Alright, I forgive you. Now let me down."
There were still vegetables on the counter.
"Okay."
Though he agreed, Zachary didn't let go. He kissed her lips, pulled back, then kissed her again. Just as Winona was about to tell him to move, he suddenly deepened the kiss.
This time, he didn't let go. One hand wrapped around her waist, the other tangled in her hair, holding the back of her head as he kissed her deeply.
The sounds of kissing and fabric rustling filled the quiet kitchen, making every little noise seem amplified.
Winona tried to pull away, but Zachary wouldn't let her. After a while, she managed to say, "Zachary, you're still injured."
"Yeah," he replied, but his hands didn't stop. His warm hand slipped under her shirt, caressing her waist and pulling her closer. "I'll be gentle. I won't hurt you."
It was unclear who he was talking about.
Winona said, "I'm hungry."
Her stomach growled, confirming her words.
Zachary said, "I'll order takeout. The timing is perfect."
Winona was too flustered to respond. She curled her toes, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the familiar setting of their master bedroom, dimly lit by the streetlights outside.
She was so exhausted that she had fallen asleep, completely forgetting how she got from the first floor to the second.
Winona glanced at the clock. It was 3 AM, and her stomach started growling again. Remembering Zachary's earlier promise of perfect timing, she felt like cursing.
Perfect timing, my foot. Liar. She was starving.
Beside her, Zachary was sleeping soundly. In the dim light, his chiseled, handsome face was mesmerizing.
Despite her anger, Winona knew he had trouble sleeping, so she just glared at him without doing anything else.
She quietly got out of bed, planning to go downstairs and make herself some noodles.
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