Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 367

The display cases on the top floor were far superior to those downstairs. Each antique required careful preservation - these were true treasures that could be damaged by the slightest mishandling. Unlike the items below, this floor housed genuine antiques, with glass cases labeled with each piece's name and history.

Sarah and Zachary spent considerable time browsing the top floor before finally purchasing an antique.

Once outside, Sarah studied him with surprise. "Why are you helping us?”

"I'm not just helping the Sanders family - I'm helping myself," Zachary replied, his eyes dark and intense.

Sarah didn't press further, assuming it was about business interests.

Though the Wilson and Reynolds families were old friends, Zachary naturally wanted to prevent the Wilsons from surpassing his family's influence.

After dropping Sarah home, Zachary returned to his own house.

Steven had been distracted all day at St. Ritz, his thoughts consumed by images of Scarlett.

Though he couldn't clearly remember what happened that night at his place, he couldn't forget how captivating Scarlett had looked in her tipsy state, her expression dreamy and alluring.

"Steven, why are you spacing out?" Zachary asked.

Steven snapped back to reality, placing the chicken soup he was holding in front of Zachary. "It's nothing. I wasn't thinking about anything."

Zachary gave him a puzzled look - he hadn't even asked what Steven was thinking about!

He had no time to worry about Steven's issues right now. His grim expression reflected his thoughts of Sarah's cold demeanor. Though she showed less hostility after the Heritage House incident, it was far from what he wanted.

He left with the chicken soup, while Steven slumped into a chair, drained. He'd been distracted all day - perhaps he was just too lonely, and after meeting Scarlett, his feelings had spiraled out of control?

Exhausted, she was about to unlock her door when someone stopped her.

"Miss Larson, could you wait a moment?" A stranger blocked her path.

Scarlett took a deep breath. The unpleasant memories from that day flashed through her mind, but seeing no ill intent in the man's eyes, she relaxed slightly. "What is it?"

The man spoke quickly, “Steven's drunk. He keeps saying your name. Could you please come check on him?"

"No!" Scarlett refused, trying to push past him to her door. Just hearing Steven's name frightened her now. What happened that day wasn't intentional - she believed neither of them had meant for it to happen, and he must regret it as much as she did.

But just as she was about to enter, Steven appeared, stumbling. He grabbed her hand. "Scarlett, don't go!" His face was flushed red, much like Scarlett's had been that night.

He reeked of alcohol. Scarlett pushed him away in disgust. "Steven, what are you doing here?"