Chapter 66 Staying the Night

• Zachary gently drew her finger into his mouth, his touch unexpectedly soft and deliberate.
• Hazel's slender, delicate finger quivered ever so slightly before she quickly pulled it back. "I'll head upstairs to take care of something," she murmured, her voice quiet but steady. Without another glance, she turned and hurried toward the staircase, her steps brisk and purposeful.
• Off to the side, Ronald stood frozen in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. That level of intimacy—Zachary, of all people, holding a maid's finger in his mouth—was almost unthinkable. It was the kind of gesture reserved for lovers, not something he expected to witness here.