Chapter 164 Call the Cops

• Zachary heard her weak voice and looked up at her. Now, the girl's long dark hair spilled over his snow-white pillow. Her delicate, palm-sized face had lost all color and looked ghostly pale.
• Cold sweat beaded across her forehead. The sweat tangled her pure, long hair against her little face, giving her a kind of shocking beauty—like she’d been ravaged and left breathless.
• Zachary lowered his head and kissed her red lips.