Chapter 162 Cooperate

• Hazel Sullivan stayed in the shower for a long time. Only when all the heat in her body finally faded did she open the door and step out.
• In the room, Zachary Luellen had already showered in the adjoining bathroom. He wore a black silk pajama set; his neat short hair was still damp, mist clinging to the strands. Young, handsome, and born to command.
• He sat on the sofa now, long legs crossed with easy grace, eyes lowered to a folder in his hands. A cigarette pinched between two long fingers, brows drawn tight as he smoked.