Inside the car, the only sound was Cendy's unbearable voice.

From the righteousness of the beginning, it was just the sound of weeping.

The person on the other end of the line should have been in a hurry, but Cendy was just dead set on not saying where she was.

Until finally, she hung up the phone.

Hanging up, the whole thing slumped against the windowpane, like an abandoned puppy, pathetic as hell.

The limousine arrives at the Summer's Villa.

Winston got out of the car first.

Long after opening the car door, Cendy had no intention of getting out.

The limousine is The Imperial's private car, used exclusively to transport guests.

Cendy doesn't get out of the car, obviously putting the driver in a difficult position.

Winston hesitated, but opened the door on Cendy's side of the car.

Cendy leaned limply against the car seat, eyes closed, tears in the corners of her eyes, but suddenly sleeping peacefully.

Sometimes it really feels like Cendy, without a heart.

And sometimes it seems, she's frighteningly sensitive.

Winston picked up Cendy in a cross body and walked into the Summer's Villa.

Cendy squirmed uncomfortably, and the moment Winston wondered if she'd woken up, he saw that she was suddenly quiet again, as if she'd just found a more comfortable position and lay quietly, motionless, in his arms.

The night is late.

It's quiet inside the Summer's Villa.

Winston carefully made his way up the stairs, trying not to make too much noise to disturb the others as he laid Cendy down on her big bed.

Put her down and get ready to leave that moment.

Neck suddenly hooked by Cendy's hands.

She opened her eyes, her mesmerized eyes looking at the man in front of her as she said, "Do you want to kiss me?"

The knot in Winston's throat, rising and falling involuntarily.

"I want to kiss you so bad." Cendy's voice was soft and pouty.

It's just, it's hard for a man to resist flattery.

Winston even clenched his fists at that moment.

His eyes twitched slightly.

Watching Cendy lean into the strength of her arms around his neck, she voluntarily lifted her head up.

Lifting up, she moved closer to his lips.

Winston's heart is racing.

It's accelerating at a frantic pace.

"Boom," his head exploded.

A blank slate.

The temperature in the room was rising, little by little.

I don't know who's repressing.

It's not clear who's taking the initiative.

Two bodies that just overlapped heavily.

Just ......

A lot of things can happen that moment in the next second.

"Bowen......" she murmured, calling out the names of others in her voice.

A name that doesn't belong to him, a name.

All of Winston's impulses were just doused with a pot of cold water, doused to the point where not even a spark remained.

Rolling body.

It can also, in the next moment, become, well, cold.

He left Cendy's body.

Cendy seemed a little disgruntled, "Bowen ......"

"I'm not Bowen," Winston said.

The voice, it was cold.

Cendy is still in a bit of a daze.

It was as if he hadn't heard what the person in front of him was saying.

"I'm Winston."

The word Winston irritated Cendy in an instant.

Her misty eyes suddenly came into focus.

Then fixed his eyes on the man in front of him.

Looking at the man who was currently standing next to her bed, in the process of arranging his clothes.

So ......

It wasn't a dream just now.

What did she and Winston just do?

Her memory was still stuck on the image of her drinking and then going to the dance floor, and then how she left, it was completely out of context, she seemed to remember that she called Bowen, but she couldn't remember what she said, and because of the call to Bowen, she took it for granted that the person who had just been with her was Bowen... ...

Winston got dressed.

He turned and walked away.

Actually.

Without bothering to look at Cendy's expression, he knew how disgusted Cendy would look when she realized it was him.

It was he ...... who took advantage of the situation.

So.

All the nastiness Cendy had inflicted on him, he'd taken it all in stride.

No explanation is given.

"Winston!" called Cendy to him suddenly.

Winston paused, but didn't look back.

"Don't tell anyone about tonight!" Cendy warned.

"Good." Winston balked.

"I'll take it as a dog bite, I won't take it to heart." Cendy said fiercely.

Consider it a dog bite.

Winston nodded and walked out.

Cendy looked at Winston's back and her whole body was about to explode with anger.

How in the world did she end up rolling into a bed with Winston!

How the hell did she ......

"Vomit!" Cendy retched.

I really don't know if it's Winston that's making her nauseous, or if it's just a drunken desire to throw up.

She got up from the bed in a hurry and rushed straight into the toilet.

Then came the sound of, well, tearing.

Winston was coming in at that moment and giving her back her cell phone.

Hold her when she cell phone grabbed in her hand, he was worried that she could not hold it, so he removed it and put it inside his clothes pocket, at the moment found to give her back, then heard her vomiting in the toilet, a sound ......

Just how disgusting is that.

It's what makes you throw up, so painfully.

He indifferently put his cell phone down and left, closing the door to Cendy's room.

The moment he returned to his room and pushed the door open.

Winston's eyes twitched.

He saw sitting on the couch in his room obviously waiting for him, Jane.

Obviously.

It doesn't look too good.

Winston's face was calm, "Still up this late?"

"You still like Cendy?" asked Jane of him.

Winston didn't answer.

"After all these years, you still can't get over her?!" Jane's face went cold.

"No." Winston denied, "Only as a sister."

"Only as a sister, to be able to roll in the same bed with her?!" Jane's voice was noticeably higher.

Distinctly just saw it.

"I didn't have sex with her." Winston denied.

"If she hadn't screamed Bowen, can you guarantee you wouldn't have had sex with her?!"

"I'm a man, too, and I could be impulsive with any woman who seduces me!" Winston's volume rose.

Jane's eyes tightened.

"It's late, go to bed." In the next instant, Winston was instantly back in the mood.

Jane looked at Winston, relented, and got up from the couch. As she left she said, "Cendy doesn't deserve the love you have for her."

"I know."

I know.

I shouldn't have loved her at all.

Jane left Winston's room.

The moment he left, his afterimage saw a door to a room at the end of the corridor suddenly slammed shut.

Cendy took a deep breath.

Almost got caught.

Leaning against the door at that moment, he suddenly got a little fired up again.

Damn it.

Why did she have a feeling of being a thief?

It's not like she meant to listen to them fight as mother and son!