Zachary clutched the paper without a word, but judging by the bantering look on Josh’s face, he could guess the drawing had something to do with him.

He had seen Serenity’s artwork before.

Serenity would often draw samples for her crafts and she was a good artist.

“Zac…hary…”

Nestling against Zachary’s chest, Serenity mumbled.

Zachary carefully carried her into the car and sat her down at the backseat. He then sat next to her and propped her body against his before she slipped down from her seat.

“I’m here.”

He breathed a husky voice into her ear, “I’m here, Seren.”

Serenity had no idea.

She was so wasted that she could not open her eyes. Held tightly in Zachary’s embrace, Serenity drifted between sleep and mumbles. Sometimes, she could voice her strong opinion about Zachary, but other times, it was hard to catch what she was saying as she murmured under her breath.

Jasmine and her brother stood outside the bar and watched as the sedan drove off.

“Who was that man