Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 663

"I'll see what food we have in the kitchen. You stay here and don't move around," Zachary said gently. He raised his hand to ruffle Sarah's hair, but she ducked away. He left with a disappointed look.

Sarah watched his retreating figure and muttered under her breath, "Is he treating me like a child?"

The countryside rooms had poor sound insulation, and soon she heard clattering noises from the kitchen.

Curious about what Zachary was doing, Sarah pressed her lips together and carefully eased herself off the bed, supporting herself against the wall.

Just as she was about to hop a few steps, she lost her balance on one foot. Sarah let out a sharp cry as she tumbled to the floor.

The pain from her ankle made her face turn pale, and her slender body curled up into a small ball.

Hearing the commotion, Zachary rushed over. Seeing the scene before him, his pupils contracted in alarm. He hurried to her side and carefully lifted her back onto the bed.

The doctors in West Ridge didn't make house calls, and Zachary didn't dare move Sarah when she was in such discomfort.

After a long while, Sarah's furrowed brow finally relaxed, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Zachary sighed in relief, but his expression quickly darkened. "Didn't I tell you not to move around? Why are you so stubborn?"

Sarah opened her mouth and managed to say one word in a slightly hoarse voice, "Water."

Her throat was painfully dry, making it difficult to speak.

Zachary set aside his scolding and rushed to get her a cup of water. He returned, supporting her back with one hand while holding the cup with the other, gently helping her drink.

After finishing the water, Sarah took a moment to recover. Aware that she was in the wrong, she lowered her head and said quietly, "I just wanted to see if I could help with anything."

Hearing this, Zachary tapped her forehead with resigned affection before leaving the room again.

Seeing Sarah close her eyes, Zachary tucked the blanket around her before taking the dishes away.

Being a night owl by nature, Sarah couldn't fall asleep easily. With her injured ankle forcing her to lie in one position, it was even harder to drift off.

When Zachary returned after a quick shower, Sarah was still staring at the ceiling with wide-open eyes.

He spoke with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Sarah blinked her slightly sore eyes and shook her head, pushing aside the jumble of thoughts in her mind. Instead of answering, she asked, "Are you sleeping on the sofa tonight?"

Thinking she was worried he might crawl into bed with her during the night, Zachary pointed to the sofa outside the room and said, "Yes."

Sarah looked in the direction he was pointing. Although she had seen the sofa during her previous visit, seeing it again still felt strange.