Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 662

Sarah was stunned into silence by his certainty.

When she finally recovered, her words carried hints of embarrassed anger. "Don't flatter yourself. I—Ahh!"

Her sentence transformed into a long, sharp cry before she could finish.

Zachary held her ankle firmly with one hand while quickly and efficiently spreading the medicinal oil over her foot with the other.

Sarah's pain receptors fired, bringing tears streaming down her face. In retaliation, she grabbed Zachary's free arm and bit down hard.

A vein throbbed visibly at Zachary's temple.

She really wasn't holding back.

Zachary had no doubt that his hand was bleeding from her bite.

By the time they finished this time-consuming, energy-draining, and the whole "procedure," both Sarah and Zachary had thin layers of sweat on their foreheads.

After applying the medicine, Zachary stood up and stumbled slightly.

His leg had gone numb from maintaining the same position for too long.

Sarah opened her mouth and then closed it, swallowing the concerned words that had almost escaped.

"There’s no window here. Poor air circulation. It's not good for your foot to heal here," Zachary concluded seriously after walking around the room.

Sarah dismissed his concern. "Do you think we're in the city? These conditions are already quite good for the countryside. I'm not that delicate."

"You should still stay at my place for a while," Zachary decided firmly.

Sarah: "?"

She couldn't quite understand what he was saying.

Zachary handed her a cup of hot tea, calmly explaining, "I had them delivered the day after you stayed that night."

Sarah's mouth twitched several times, leaving her speechless.

"Are you hungry?" Zachary asked, trying to break the awkward atmosphere between them.

Sarah answered stiffly, "Not hungry."

As soon as she spoke, her stomach growled loudly.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Sarah's ears turned bright red with embarrassment, and when she heard the man's suppressed laughter, the blush spread to her neck.

She wished she could dig a hole and disappear into it.