Irene quickly strode up and grabbed Zachary's arm, warning quietly, "Don't do anything stupid. Lulu is happy now—please don't affect her life now."
Zachary lowered his gaze at her in turn, growling, "So you weren't lying, Irene. She really is married."
Irene tightened her hold over his arm, warning, "I'm begging you."
Zachary shot her a look, but he soon started laughing.
And he was getting louder by the second.
Still, he was merely laughing at himself for being delusional!
"Calm down. I won't mess with her," he said, his voice turning calm just then. "Now, let me go."
However, Irene did not because she was still skeptical. "Zachary…"
"Why don't you trust me, hmm?" Zachary smiled.
As Irene slowly released him, Zachary looked up and met Lulu's gaze.
She was frozen stiff, as if lead suddenly filled her body!
Feeling her stiffness, Martin asked softly, "Are you alright?"
Lulu promptly lowered her eyes to avoid Zachary's gaze. "N-No. Just suddenly felt a little chilly."
"I told you to wear layers before we came. You didn't listen," Martin said, adjusting her clothes before taking off his own jacket and draping it over her shoulders.
His warmth still lingered on the jacket, while Lulu came to her senses and whispered, "Aren't you cold?"
"I'm a big man. I'm fine," Martin replied.
Zachary could not bear to watch—flaunting their affection in his face?!
"Lulu?" he called out very loudly, drawing every pair of eyes in the lobby.
Irene nudged him with her elbow. "What are you doing?!"
"We know each other. I should at least say hi," Zachary said as he strode toward Lulu with his hands in his pockets.
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