Chapter 386 Make Up

• But after just two steps, two small hands wrapped around him from behind. The girl’s soft body pressed to his back, her arms circling his waist. “Mr. Luellen, hold me for a minute. I’m freezing.”
• Her voice was thin and soft, full of weakness—and that quiet reliance on him. No, not him. On Zachary Luellen.
• Lu Xinan felt her body temperature, icy cold to the touch. As that precious blood drained away, the chilling drop was the clearest warning. He pried off her little hands. “Hazel Sullivan, you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m not your Mr. Luellen.”