Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 664

The room wasn't very large. Though Zachary had chosen a relatively nice place, the countryside had limited options—it wasn't possible to conjure up a luxury apartment out of thin air.

The couch in the living area wasn't even half the length of Zachary's height.

If he had to curl up in such a small space to sleep, it would obviously be uncomfortable.

Although Sarah didn't want to be indebted to him, she couldn't find the right words at this moment.

She could hardly say, "The bed is big enough, we can share it."

In the end, she just responded with a simple "Oh" and said nothing more.

In the middle of the night, Sarah suddenly felt a chill creeping into her body.

When she awoke, she realized she had kicked off her comforter.

At that moment, she heard deliberately softened footsteps coming from the other room.

Was Zachary still awake?

Was he unable to sleep, or was the couch too uncomfortable?

Sarah moved her ankle slightly and found it wasn't as painful anymore. Just as she was thinking about getting up to check, she looked up and met a pair of tired dark eyes.

"Why are you awake?" Zachary's first words were of concern.

Sarah clutched the corner of her blanket and looked away. "Nothing. I had a nightmare and woke up scared. Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Zachary held up a plastic bucket. "It's raining outside, and the roof is leaking. I was going to use this to catch the water."

Sarah hadn't heard the rain, probably because it was falling lightly.

She keenly noticed that Zachary's shoulder was wet in one spot and guessed that the leak might be right above the couch.

He still needed to follow up on Charlie's situation.

Besides that, he also needed to help her eliminate the remaining threats.

Charlie walked out of his room with a face full of bruises. When he saw Zachary, he gritted his teeth in hatred. His wounds still ached, but he didn't have the courage to speak harshly. He only dared to shout from behind the door, "Don't come any closer! You're not welcome here."

Zachary, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, gave him a leisurely glance. "What's wrong? Have you forgotten what you did? You're blaming me for teaching you a lesson?"

Charlie grew bolder. Bringing up this topic made him angry. "No, what's that woman to you? You and I are like brothers who've been through thick and thin together. Was it worth beating me half to death for her?"

Zachary clicked his tongue in disgust. Hearing Charlie describe their relationship made him sick—so much so that his fists itched again.

Spitting out the cigarette he had only taken a few puffs of, he crushed it under his foot. Zachary's expression shifted between light and dark, unpredictable as the weather.

Charlie had witnessed his ruthlessness before, and this moment was no different. He immediately backed up several steps, his legs trembling uncontrollably.