Chapter 45

With a resigned sigh, Zachariah had no choice but to lie back down on the bed. Laurelle kept moving around in her sleep. The moment she nestled into his arms, Zachariah's body tensed up. He swallowed hard, inhaling the pleasant scent she exuded, and felt his temple throb. She was like a little fox, unknowingly tempting him to stray. An unbearable heat surged within him. He took several deep breaths, but the warmth only intensified. Finally, he decided to step out onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette and smoking one after another. Zachariah made a phone call, and before long, a video popped up on his phone. It was footage of Laurelle attacking Maverick at the bar that night. He opened it to watch. The video was in high definition, and he could even hear every word they'd exchanged. She'd struck hard against Maverick, which indicated she'd truly moved on. He'd been worried about how she'd feel if they encountered Maverick in the future, but judging by the current situation, hi