Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 497

Sarah listlessly finished the photoshoot, feeling down the entire afternoon.

On the way back, she barely spoke, though Scarlett seemed to be in a good mood.

"You know," Scarlett said, breaking the silence, "I’m actually glad to see you like this. Sasa, when you're feeling sad, just let yourself be sad for a while. No one expects you to keep holding it in forever. If you're down, let yourself sink into it. And if you really need to, cry it out. You’ve been carrying too much for too long. Stop pretending to be strong—at least not in front of me or Melvin. Just be yourself."

Sarah let out a bitter smile.

Her entanglement with Zachary had always been a cycle—back and forth, between fleeting happiness and deep sorrow.

She’d soften every time he came to her, only to feel crushed the moment she saw him standing beside Vivian.

Scarlett checked the time. It was only nine in the evening.

"Stop the car!" she suddenly told the driver. "Turn around—head to St. Ritz."

Sarah looked at her, puzzled, but didn’t object.

Scarlett led her straight into St. Ritz, storming into Steven’s office.

The moment she saw him, she waved a hand. "Stop! Don’t say a word. Just seeing you reminds me of your scumbag boss. Give me the pork trotters!"

Steven, speechless, pulled out a bag containing two freshly made tacos. "Yet you still remembered to ask for these."

“Tacos are one thing. You are another. You think you two are the same?" Scarlett snatched them and immediately handed one to Sarah.

"Here. I couldn’t give you one at the banquet yesterday, so we’re coming here every day from now on."

Sarah accepted it, and even before unwrapping it, the rich aroma had already begun wafting out, making her mouth water.

Sarah immediately pulled her inside. “Why do you sound like you’re reciting poetry?”

“You didn’t like that? I have different versions. Want to hear the nightclub edition?”

Sarah raised a brow. “Go ahead.”

“There are three and a half billion men in this world! Our Sasa is so beautiful, so incredible—why chain yourself to one lousy tree when there’s an entire forest out there?”

Just as she finished speaking, she grabbed Sarah’s wrist. “Come on, I’m taking you to see a tiny corner of that forest tonight.”

Inside Ink Bar.

Eerie and hazy lights cascaded over the kaleidoscopic reflections in the liquor glasses, the flickering glows sinking into the depths of the bottles, giving everything an ephemeral, fleeting sensation.