Chapter 32

Laurelle seemed startled. Without even glancing at Zachariah on the couch, she pushed him away and ran into her room. As the door clicked shut, Zachariah, who had been thoroughly drunk moments before, suddenly appeared clear-headed. He gently brushed his fingers over his lips, still feeling the lingering effects in the moment. Just then, a text from Jeremy came in. "Are you home?" Zachariah replied. "Yeah." Jeremy asked. "You're responding quickly. Are you drunk?" Zachariah turned to glance at the closed door of the room. A smirk crept onto his lips, and after a brief pause, he typed. "I'm getting married tomorrow." The sudden shift in conversation left Jeremy momentarily stunned. Once he processed it, he couldn't help but make a joke. "No way. Are you drunk and dreaming that the government is giving you a wife?" Zachariah replied with a hint of pride. "You're right. My wife is currently in my room, lying in my bed." On the other end, Jeremy fell silent for a full minute. "Lau