Chapter 150 Hundred And Fifty
- Zane
- I stood outside the restroom door, waiting for Belle. Her drunken state was more than concerning; it was heartbreaking. When she emerged, her eyes were glazed and unfocused, but she still managed to smile at me.
- “Zane,” she said softly, reaching out to cup my face with her hands. “Am I dreaming? Is that you?”