Chapter 348 I Made Mr. Luellen a Bullwhip Soup

• In the lounge, Hazel stood in the kitchen peeling shrimp.
• This lounge was ridiculously luxurious, stocked with a full dining room and kitchen. Zachary had never actually cooked here—at most he slept and unwound. He had a private chef at the company, so he never needed to lift a finger. Honestly, he couldn’t cook and had never set foot in a kitchen to do real work.
• Zachary reached out and wrapped his arms around her slim waist from behind, his handsome face nuzzling into her fragrant hair. “Whatcha doing?”