Chapter 170

• ZACHARY’s POV.
• Seeing her walk into the hotel room, my heart skipped a beat. She is putting on a pair of jeans trousers and a crisp white shirt which is neatly tucked into her pants. She has her silver hair in a high ponytail and fuck, I want to pull her into my embrace and hug her. How did I miss this? How did I let her go and get involved with that Bryer?
• The lady who used to smile so much when she saw me was now looking at me like a total stranger.