When Zachary Fairchild came out, his sleeves were rolled up, and his two slender hands were still beaded with water. His expression was calm, and under the light, his face seemed to glow. The man strode into the living room and stood before Olivia Wynne. "Is there anything else that needs to be done?"
Standing before Olivia Wynne, Zachary Fairchild asked in a deep voice.
Olivia Wynne felt her heart begin to beat erratically. 'During the apocalypse, the men I saw were all so grimy, with nothing handsome about them. For the longest time, I haven't really been interested in men.'
'But today...'
'I think I'm starting to understand what novels mean when they talk about a guy so handsome he can make your heart skip a beat with just one look.'
Her heart was pounding erratically, and Olivia Wynne averted her gaze.
"No, that's all."
"Mm," Zachary grunted in acknowledgment and sat down on the sofa across from Olivia.
