Chapter 42 The Woman Named Lory

There was a cool and refreshing scent of mint coming from him. It was faint but so unique that it could not be ignored—it was as addictive as a drug. Charlotte had the illusion that she had fallen into a blooming garden and completely forgot that Zachary was kissing her... The person kissing her was Zachary! After his lips twitched and separated from hers, Charlotte gradually regained her rationality. As soon as she became sober again, confusion, shock, and panic struck her all at once. “Zachary Connor, why did you... kiss me?” Zachary was still hugging her tightly—the warmth coming from his breath and chest as hot as a prairie fire. Every extra second in his arms made her lose the ability to reason bit by bit. “Please don’t leave me...” The man’s thin, warm lips were pressed against the spot between her eyebrows, and he was still whispering through them, “I love you.” Charlotte was shocked instantly, “You... What did you say?” “I love you.” He hugged her tighter in his powerfu