Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 501

People around them watched like they were enjoying a show. Some were even placing bets on how long it would take the drunk to get the woman.

Right then, Scarlett burst forward. “What the hell are you doing? Lay another hand on her, and I’m calling the cops!”

The man scoffed. “Who comes to a bar and doesn’t look for a fling? I was just trying to talk to her—what’s the big deal?”

“I said no, and that means no. Now get lost!” Scarlett shot him a glare, sharp as a knife.

“Tch. If you’re not out to play, don’t come to a bar,” the man muttered as he stomped off.

Scarlett stepped in front of Sarah protectively. “Sasa, weren’t you drinking at the bar just now? Why’d you suddenly come over here?”

She glanced around suspiciously, but nothing seemed out of place.

Sarah was still in a daze. “I was going to the restroom.”

Her mood was already in the gutter. Then, she saw Zachary leaving the bar, supporting Vivian.

That moment hit like a wave of ice, spreading cold through her entire chest.

The bar was drowning in deafening music. In the midst of it, she whispered, “Scarlett, does dancing really help you forget your troubles?”

“Why don’t you try? No harm in trying.”

Without another word, Sarah charged straight into the dance floor, losing herself in the rhythm.

The air was thick with smoke, alcohol, and something dangerously intoxicating.

Scarlett figured Sarah had finally snapped out of it and followed her in.

The two of them moved to the beat, exuding a wild, mesmerizing energy.

Sarah’s chest was heaving from exhaustion, but with the music coursing through her veins, she felt like she could keep going.

By the time fatigue seeped into every inch of her body, she realized she had spent nearly an hour without thinking about it.

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“Sarah…” He murmured her name under his breath.

He wanted to pull her out of there.

But he had no right to.

So instead, he just sat at the bar, sipping his drink, staring, mesmerised by her.

“Sasa, how are you feeling? Any better?” Scarlett called out, still dancing wildly.

The shifting lights flickered across her face, casting a hazy, hypnotic beauty.

“Yeah.” Sarah was exhausted.

“I’m gonna sit down for a bit.” She stepped out of the vibrant dance floor.

In the heat of the moment, it hadn’t felt like a big deal. But now, standing on the sidelines, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her impulsiveness had been kind of… stupid.