Chapter 349 This Isn’t the Zachary Luellen He Knows

• Zachary Luellen glanced at her flushed cheeks, then at the bull-penis soup. “How am I supposed to sleep after drinking this? Mrs. Luellen, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
• “I did what on purpose? Don’t talk nonsense. If you won’t drink it, forget it—I’ll dump it!” Hazel reached out her small hand to take the bowl.
• Zachary lowered his gaze and planted a fierce kiss on her forehead, his voice dropping in a low threat. “If I can’t sleep after drinking it, then you can forget about sleeping tonight too, Mrs. Luellen.”