Chapter 68 A Bold Confession

Zachary stood with one hand casually tucked into his pocket, arriving fashionably late to the scene of the dispute between two women vying for his attention. His strikingly handsome face betrayed no emotion, his expression calm and composed. His gaze drifted to Hazel's face. "What happened?" He carried himself like the head of the household, but Hazel gave no sign of guilt. Instead, she met his eyes, unflinching and unapologetic. "She started it. She hit me first."