Aracely did not intend to greet Winston, but when Winston called her, she could not pretend that she did not see him.
She turned and met Winston's gaze.
Winston always had a clear and gentle temperament. From his words and actions, it could be seen that he had excellent self-restraint and was noble.
But she was clear that this was nothing more than a disguise he had.
Deep down in his bones, Winston was domineering.
The last few times he forcefully brought her home. When she was in bed, he was so ruthless, which she had never seen before.
She smiled at him. She had always been a noisy person, but at this moment, her smile was gentle and quiet. "Winston, what a coincidence."
Recently, they had been quite distant, as if an invisible wall had been built between them.