Chapter 387 Push Her Away, Hard

• Inside the hotel room, Zachary Luellen stood silent, holding Hazel Sullivan close. No one knew how long they stayed like that. Outside, a keycard beeped. The door swung open.
• Zachary lifted his gaze—and crashed right into the razor-dark eyes of another man. Zachary Luellen had arrived.
• Tall and sharp as a blade, he filled the doorway. His hawk-like stare swept the room. Hazel’s small hands were looped around Zachary’s neck; Zachary’s arm was locked around her shoulders. The intimate pose made his handsome brow frost over with bitter, lethal cold. His thin lips pressed into a white line.