Chapter 137 Ch One Hundred And Thirty Seven

• A sleek black car glided to a halt in front of the grand, towering mansion after driving through the gate, and Malcolm, who was driving the car, turned to look at Zoe sitting beside him, his heart aching at the sight of her pale face and the dark circles under her eyes.
• Her fragile body was slumped against the leather seat of the car, and her gaze was distant as she stared out at the mansion. She looked so small and weak in a way that made it evident that something was wrong, and it tore at him to see her like that.
• Swallowing his worry and resisting the urge to touch her, he spoke up, his voice soft, almost pleading, “Are you sure you are ready to leave, Zoe?” he asked, searching her eyes for any sign of the pain he knew that she was hiding.