Cassie was boiling with a mix of confusion and anger.
"Winston, what's gotten into you?" she snapped.
The moment Winston laid eyes on Cassie's face, his heart skipped a beat. The memory of his impulsive kiss flashed in his mind—the warmth of her lips and her alluring scent still lingered in his senses. His face turned beet red in an instant.
Cassie noticed something was off with Winston. Instinctively, she reached out, placing a hand on his forehead, her voice tinged with concern, "Are you alright? Your face is as red as a tomato."
Winston jerked back as if avoiding a contagious virus. His expression turned downright ghastly. His voice was icy, "Cassie, let's not see each other unless it's absolutely necessary. And stop bothering me."
Without giving Cassie a chance to respond, he turned on his heel and stormed into his room. The glass door slammed shut, and heavy curtains were drawn, cutting them off completely.
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