Winnie felt uneasy under the man's intense gaze. His questioning seemed almost to directly tell her that he knew that she was in trouble.

Winnie paused for a moment, then looked up at him and smiled, her lips curving playfully. "What if I said yes, how would you help me?"

"It depends on what you want," he replied.

"It has nothing to do with you. Would you even help me?" Winnie lowered her head, unable to meet his piercing gaze.

"If you don't ask, how would you know if ...