Chapter 59

The heavy blackout curtains shielded the room from the neon lights outside. Only the dim yellow glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting flickering shadows on Zachary's handsome face. A certain kind of emotion was quietly brewing in the air. "Zach…" Juliet's voice was trembling as she pressed her hands against his firm chest. His steady and powerful heartbeats made her own heart race. Every single heartbeat seemed to travel straight to her eardrums, causing her heart to skip a beat as well. "Zach… Please get up." "Shouldn't you call me honey instead?" Zachary didn't back off. Instead, wolf-like ferocity filled his gaze. He looked like a beast that had been lurking in the darkness for a long time. Now, the beast had shed its gentle facade and bared its fangs. Juliet looked away, not daring to look him in the eye. "Zachary, you're drunk." "Drunk?" Zachary chuckled, his chest shuddering and causing her palms to go numb. "Perhaps I am," he said nonchalantly. However,