She didn't bother to make an appointment. Instead, she took it for her own business rather than for the official process. After she called William to make sure that Zac was in his office, she drove there directly.
Lying on the big chair and looking at her, Zac said indifferently, "what brings Miss Hazel here today?" His tone was polite and official, as if she was a stranger.
Hazel rubbed her hands. She used to think that wherever he was, the air was warm. But now, even the air into her lungs was cold.
"I'm here to send you an invitation," She took out a delicate marriage invitation card from her handbag and put it on the desk in front of him. The scarlet color was as terrible as blood in his eyes, and every word carved on it was like nails, deeply piercing his eyes and heart.
"It's not a big deal. Why bother you to come here in person?" He tried his best to control his tone so that she wouldn't see his pain.