Winnie's words stunned William.He was used to women around him acting all coy. The calm indifference Winnie displayed made his disoriented brain slightly more alert. With a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, he said, "I don't want someone to drink with, and I don't want to look at artwork, either. I just want someone…I can talk to.""What do you want to talk about?" Winnie sipped on the water, her fingers wet from the condensation on the glass, which she tapped on the counter.William fell silent.He wanted to talk about Rachel marrying his uncle, how much of a bastard he was for losing her, and how his heart burned at the prospect of her becoming his aunt. However, all those words were stuck in his throat. In the face of Winnie's clear and bright eyes, he was suddenly at a loss for words.He couldn't possibly pour his heart and soul out to a stranger.Samuel looked at them from afar, while Zane jabbed Caleb in the ribs. "Look at William. Do you think he's treating th
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