085 His gaze was wolfish, as if he wanted to devour her.

Zoe Bell was stunned upon hearing these words, and even after hanging up the phone, she still felt dazed.

Astonishment, delight, excitement—all sorts of emotions were building up inside her, and she tried hard to keep them under control, telling herself not to get too happy too soon, as long as the adoption had not been officially dissolved.

"Zoe?" Lily Lott saw her spacing out and called out to remind her.

To distinguish her from William Hale's nickname, she called Zoe Bell "Zoe."

"What's up?"

"That's my question to you, what are you daydreaming about?"

"It's nothing."

"Massage is over, come shopping with me."

Feeling good, Zoe Bell nodded in agreement.

Lily Lott usually shopped with close friends, her younger siblings from her second marriage, or simply had clothes delivered to her home to pick from; it was rare for her to shop with younger girls Zoe's age.

She noticed that Zoe Bell hardly ever chose clothes for herself but always accommodated her preferences.