NovelEnglishShirley found that this man was really considerate and smiled gratefully. “All right. You rest for a bit. I'll clean up
here.”
At this moment, Zacharias’ phone also rang. He picked it up and headed upstairs. After washing the dishes, she
waited for him downstairs. Before long, he cback down.
She stood up to greet him and he sat down opposite her while holding a glass of red wine. He asked softly, “Do
you know how my mother passed away?”
Shirley blinked as this was the question she wanted to ask but didn’t dare to. Upon seeing that he brought it up
on his own, she beca serious listener. She shook her head. ‘I don’t know.”
“She hanged herself on this mountain.”
Shirley was shocked. She didn’t expect that Zacharias’ mother had died in such a way. Had she experienced
skind of trauma?
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“She had severe depression and passed away suddenly. My father buried her beneath that tree and created a
grave for her. When | miss. her, | chere to stay for a few days and keep her company,’ he said calmly.
However, Shirley felt a wave of sadness. His mother must have been gentle and caring toward him, which
allowed Shirley to better understand the hidden sorrow behind Zacharias’ calm demeanor.
She wasn't skilled at comforting people and even though she wanted to say a few comforting words, she didn’t
know how to start. Suddenly, Zacharias snapped back to reality and said, ‘I shouldn't have told you all of this.”
“If you need someone to accompany you, | can be there for you,” Shirley said. At this moment, he seemed like a
wounded wild animal in need of someone to help him heal.
He finished his glass of red wine and got up to pour himself another half glass. He didn’t sit down but stood by
the floor-to-ceiling windows. His voice was low, and his emotions were unclear. “Miss Lloyd, you already have
someone you like. How can you accompany me?” She was momentarily taken aback. “You can think of it as
companionship between friends.”
He smiled a half-smile, then took another sip of the red wine in his glass. Upon seeing that he had already
consumed half a bottle by himself, she got up and advised him. “Mr. Flintstone, please drink less.”
Zacharias turned around while playing with the wine glass in his hand and locked his gaze on her. She felt that
he was emitting a dangerous aura. It was a kind of aggressiveness, but she still chose to trust him. She walked
over to him and said, “Givethe glass.”
He handed her the glass and she walked over to place it on the table. Just as she turned around, she was
surprised to find a figure behind her and she was pressed against the edge of the table. The next moment, he
held the back of her head.
Shirley raised her head in shock and the man pressed his lips against hers. His dominant and fiery breath
enveloped her, causing her beautiful eyes to widen as her red lips were pried open, and the man’s tongue
invaded her mouth.
She could only feel an unfamiliar sensation coursing through her body. Her usual agile reactions seemed to have
disappeared at this moment. Her body was pressed against the heavy wooden table and his kisses were as
intense as the rain outside.
Her mind went blank. They had been kissing for a while. It was only when she suddenly woke up from the daze
and reached out to push him away that she realized what had happened. She leaned against the table while
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmbreathing heavily and stared at the man as she said, “Mr. Flintstone, you're drunk.”
Zacharias’ gaze was clearly filled with reluctance and he couldn't help but take a step closer to her. His dominant
eyes were still fixed on her rosy lips as if he wanted to ccloser once again.
However, Shirley pushed him away firmly this tand it was her turn to assertively warn him. “Zacharias, stay
away from me.”
He seemed to be taken aback. He took a shallow breath and apologized. “I'm sorry. | crossed the line.”
Shirley's first kiss had just been stolen by this man moments ago, and that was indeed an offense.
“You're drunk. Go to your room and rest.” She turned away and attributed the kiss to his drunken state so she
didn’t need to pursue this matter further.
Was Zacharias really drunk? Of course not. He had a good tolerance for alcohol and the wine he was drinking
wasn’t very strong.
“All right. You should get ssleep too,” Zacharias said. Then, he turned and went upstairs.
Shirley let out a sigh of relief. Her heart was still pounding. Her mind was filled with the sensations of the kiss
and the unfamiliar response that had surged through her body just moments ago.
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