Chapter 227 Hope You’ll Grow Up By My Side

• The two of them were sitting on the plush wool carpet. Hazel braced both tiny hands on the floor, her slender body leaning back a little. She flicked a small foot at him, her flushed, stunning face tipped up, those dark, glossy eyes hooked with a playful glint. She probably didn’t even realize how girlishly soft she looked right then.
• Zachary let her go—for now—loosening his hold.
• Hazel scrambled up, half rolling, half crawling, then sprawled by the floor‑to‑ceiling window. She lifted her eyes to the sky packed with stars. People said you could reach out and pluck one here. Turns out they weren’t lying.