Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 505

The next second, Sarah yanked her hand away like she had touched something scorching hot. Her hazy eyes stared at him in suspicion.

“Are you… the big bad guy?”

Zachary frowned slightly before realizing—she was talking about him.

He let out a sigh and, with a hint of indulgence in his voice, said, “Yes, I’m the big bad guy. And I’ve come to take you home.”

“No, I’ve got no home to return to…” she murmured.

His gaze darkened slightly, and his voice softened even more. “Sasa, you do have a home.”

She muttered something incoherent, then suddenly mumbled, “Big bad guy, I don’t need you. Go take care of your Miss Wilson.”

Her words were slurred, her eyes half-closed, her thoughts drifting aimlessly.

Zachary knew she was completely drunk. Without another word, he gently pulled her up. “I’ll take you home.”

He led her out of the bar, but when he tried to help her into the backseat of his car, she resisted.

Shaking her head furiously, she plopped down onto the pavement, refusing to get in.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked up at him, pitiful and aggrieved.

In that instant, Zachary felt his heart soften into nothing.

He crouched down and helped her up again. “Alright, no car then. Your place isn’t too far. How about we walk?”

His voice was gentle, slow—because right now, he was talking to Sarah.

Even though they were at one of the busiest areas in the city, at 2 a.m., the streets were eerily empty. The dim yellow streetlights cast long, lonely shadows on the pavement.

Out of nowhere, Sarah started singing.

“I’m a little painter, my painting skills are great…”

Then, without warning, she switched to a completely different tune.

“You hurt me… and just laughed it off…”

She swayed unsteadily, gripping Zachary’s hand for balance, giggling like a child.

Then, just as suddenly, she stopped laughing and turned to him with a sharp glare.

“Big bad guy, Zachary.”

Her voice was louder now, accusing, angry.

“You like Vivian, don’t you? If you like her so much, why do you keep messing with me?”

Zachary sighed. “Sasa, I don’t like her.”

But the moment he said it, Sarah’s lips trembled, and she looked at him with tear-filled eyes, her expression utterly devastated.

“Liar… I heard you at the bar. I heard everything. You like her. You don’t like me.”

She suddenly shivered violently, hugging herself. “Zachary… it’s so cold… I’m freezing!”

Without hesitation, he shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

“Sasa, is that better?”

The warmth from his coat still carried the heat of his body.

As soon as she caught a whiff of that familiar cedar scent—the scent that belonged only to Zachary—her anxious expression softened.

She instinctively pulled the coat tighter around her.

Then, suddenly—

“La la la…”

She started humming, swaying their hands back and forth like a little kid being picked up from school—except it was two in the morning, and they were out in the middle of the empty streets.

On the bridge, the ocean breeze kissed her flushed cheeks.

The alcohol still buzzed in her veins, making her lightheaded, but she held onto the man beside her.

Tightly.

As if letting go would send her drifting away with the wind.