Chapter 629 Never Lose an Argument

• Their eyes locked—Hazel Sullivan staring at Zachary Luellen, and Zachary staring right back at Hazel.
• Hazel wore the hospital’s patient gown, blue-and-white stripes hugging her delicate frame, making her look small and fragile. Her pure black hair fell loosely over her shoulders, framing a face no bigger than a palm—stunning, flawless. A bandage sat on her forehead where she was hurt, softening her usual sharp glow and making her look achingly vulnerable.
• Now those clear, dark, lake-deep eyes rested on his handsome face. In her gaze shimmered a pool of spring water, and one look was enough to drown you.