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Regardless, she had to investigate the matter.

She quickly went upstairs to wash up. Just as she was about to fall asleep, K unexpectedly texted her.

[Are you alright?]

Winona was lying in bed, hugging Bluebell. She checked the time; it was only nine in the evening.

Remembering the task Marcus Bennett had given her, and having nothing else going on, she replied.

[You know me, I don't really care about what people say online. By the way, are you busy? Do you want to grab some late-night food?]

This was the first time she had actively invited him out. She figured that since they had worked together for so long, he would agree without hesitation.

But ten full minutes passed, and her message seemed to vanish into a void.

She was genuinely starting to wonder what K looked like.

Unfortunately, when she was injured last time, her consciousness had been slipping away. All she could vaguely recall was a very deep, yet incredibly fragile voice.

The room had been completely dark on all sides, carrying a faint fragrance that didn't smell like it belonged to him.

Just as she concluded he wasn't going to reply tonight, her phone vibrated.

[I'm not good-looking...]

For some inexplicable reason, Winona's chest tightened. It was as if she could peer through the screen and feel the painful insecurity radiating from the other side.

It reminded her of the countless times she had desperately sought affection from others.

It was a vulnerability that made her want to protect him.

[K, I'm not the kind of superficial person who only cares about looks.]

But his next message immediately choked the breath out of her.

[Then why do you like Zachary Shaw?]

Winona felt like she had just been slapped across the face again. A flush of profound embarrassment burned through her body.

Okay, she had to admit, she could be a little superficial sometimes.

For a moment, she had absolutely no idea how to respond to that text.

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