Chapter 143 Taking Her Home

Everyone stood frozen in shock, their gazes flicking between Hazel, who looked utterly disoriented, and Zachary, who had been assigned the task of warming the bed with the finest linens. Zachary stood calmly outside the door, one hand casually tucked into his pocket. His mood darkened at the sight of Hazel, already intoxicated. His sharp brows furrowed, and his lips pressed together in a thin line of displeasure.