ZACHARY’s POV.
Seeing her walk into the hotel room, my heart skipped a beat. She is putting on a pair of jeans trousers and a crisp white shirt which is neatly tucked into her pants. She has her silver hair in a high ponytail and f**k, I want to pull her into my embrace and hug her. How did I miss this? How did I let her go and get involved with that Bryer?
The lady who used to smile so much when she saw me was now looking at me like a total stranger.
Standing up, I try to pull out the chair for her but she stops me.
“I can do this myself” Odette tells me, “you do not need to worry about me”
“Be it you or someone else, I should act as a gentleman, Odette”
I must have sounded funny because she scoffs before pulling out the chair herself.
“That is rich coming from you, Zachary”
Shaki
