Chapter 393 Growing Up Beside Him, Growing Old Beside Him

• Zachary Luellen was stone-cold sober now. His gaze turned icy as he stared at Calla Sullivan, who looked a mess. Moments ago, he really had been drunk and mistook her for Hazel.
• But when he buried his face in Calla’s long hair, he didn’t catch that sweet, girlish scent that always made his heart race. All he smelled was synthetic perfume. It snapped him awake.
• She wasn’t his Hazel!