Night of Destiny

“Mmm!” Shirley felt dizzy from the prolonged kiss, and her body instinctively tingled with a warm sensation. At the same time, her hazy eyes seemed to focus a bit. In her semi-conscious state, she suddenly realized that the person kissing her wasn’t Cole. Instead, it was….

Zacharias.

“Zacharias… it’s you.” She had been kissed for several minutes before realizing who was actually kissing her. Zacharias grunted with irritation. “Finally figured it out?’

A pair of dominating yet restrained eyes, now as thick as the night, seemed to contain a wild beast ready to roar and break free at any moment.

Shirley was almost on the verge of passing out from the passionate kisses. She suddenly pushed him away like a child and said, “Stop kissing me! You’re not allowed to kiss me anymore. Leave.”

Her feeble protest and rejection had no real authority, but they seemed to ignite a desire in him to tease her until she cried.

“Are you blaming me when you’re the one who won’t let go of me?” The man spoke, and his warm lips, in her moments of slight clarity, covered her own as they moved in a series of kisses. He was clearly filled with desire, yet he had to restrain himself, making it an agonizing experience.

“Zacharias… No,’ Shirley muttered incoherently while pushing at him with her arm, which was usually strong but now felt weak. However, Zacharias’ aggression was unstoppable. He moved her hand aside and his lips returned to hers.

“Mmm!” She emitted a soft and accommodating moan that filled the quiet room with a profound sense of ambiguity.

Zacharias was resolved not to go too far with her. He sat up, removed her boots, and gently laid her down on the bed. He then pulled the blanket over her.

Shirley was now extremely exhausted and had no desire to open her eyes. At this moment, she felt a warm hand on her forehead and sensed a gentle kiss on her eyebrows.

She furrowed her brows and felt like falling asleep. She didn’t open her eyes but drifted into slumber. Zacharias finally got up and left the room. Tony was watching TV downstairs. He had realized that Shirley was the woman that Zacharias had taken an interest in..

Upon hearing the heavy footsteps behind him, he quickly stood up as if he were a mischievous child about to face a scolding.

“Who suggested going out?” Zacharias asked as he sat down on the couch while raising an eyebrow.

Tony could only provide an honest answer. “It was her,” he said. Curiosity got the better of him, and he inquired, “I still don’t know her name. Uncle Zacharias, what’s her name?”

“You don’t need to know her name,” Zacharias replied.

“Why wouldn’t I need to know? She’s going to be my future aunt!” Tony retorted. Zacharias’ stern expression wavered slightly. He couldn’t help but smirk. “What did you say?”

“You’re going to make her my aunt, right?” Tony continued. Zacharias raised an eyebrow and said, “You’re not allowed to call her that right now.”

Tony chuckled and replied, ‘All right. I’ll wait. until you marry her before I call her that.” NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Zacharias let out a sigh. He was so far from marrying her as the girl still had another man in her heart. How was he going to win her over?

“All right. Go back to your room and rest. In the future, don’t take her to places like bars.” Zacharias finally let him off the hook.

Tony breathed a sigh of relief. The events of the night seemed to be resolved for now and he went upstairs to rest.

Morning came. Shirley woke up with a throbbing headache from her hangover. She pressed her hand to her forehead and moaned. The hangover left her feeling lethargic and miserable..

She got out of bed, went to wash her face, and took a shower. After drying her long hair, she sat on the bed. It was then that she experienced fragments of memories from the night before. It felt like… something might have happened in this bed last night..

Did she kiss someone while she was here?

Or did she dream about kissing Cole?

In the end, Shirley was resolute in her belief that it was just her imagination. After all, Cole had left. She couldn’t have kissed another man, could she?