Chapter 45 He Treated Her as a Stranger

• Hazel lifted her gaze and met Zachary's narrow eyes.
• Seated at the head of the card table, Zachary exuded an aura of effortless sophistication in a meticulously tailored black shirt and trousers. He was smoking, the glowing ember of the cigarette nestled between his slender fingers as clouds of smoke curled around him.
• When Elijah called out, Zachary had just taken a drag. He looked up at Hazel, his handsome features veiled by a haze of smoke. Though partially obscured, a faint furrow was visible between his sharp brows.