Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 700

She raised her glass. "Grandfather, I toast you."

With that, she drank it all in one go.

Her drink and Zachary's had been poured together from the same bottle.

Zachary's eyes flickered briefly. It would be impolite to refuse any longer.

He picked up his glass and poured the cold liquid down his throat.

After several glasses, Zachary felt something wasn't right.

He shook his dizzy head, feeling like everything around him was spinning.

Vivian's concerned voice reached his ears, though it sounded muffled and unclear.

She shook his hand and asked softly, "Zachary, are you alright?"

Zachary couldn't speak and could only weakly wave his hand.

Old Mr. Wilson, figuring the time was about right, yawned sleepily and announced cheerfully, "That's enough drinking for tonight. You two should stay here instead of going back."

Vivian's voice emerged again. "Good idea. Zachary is already drunk. It's your fault, making him drink so much. He'll definitely have a headache tomorrow."

Their conversation sounded perfectly normal.

Finally, he heard Vivian say, "Grandfather, you should rest early. I'll help Zachary back to the room first."

Zachary staggered as he followed her up the stairs. Halfway there, he felt waves of irresistible heat surging through his body.

The faint fragrance beside him assaulted his reason. He turned to look and, in his daze, thought he saw Sarah's face.

Zachary's eyes filled with love as he sat on the bed still holding Vivian's hand. He spoke with unprecedented tenderness, "Sarah, I'm sorry you've had to suffer."

The driver was confused. "Mr. Reynolds, what happened? Why are you out in the middle of the night?"

Zachary opened the back door and sat down. He loosened his tie and exhaled heavily. Though his voice was hoarse, it carried an unprecedented coldness, "Go to Void Bay."

The driver didn't dare ask more questions. His drowsiness vanished as he hurriedly started the car and sped away from the Wilson mansion.

Vivian, who had chased after him, could only see the taillights alternately brightening and dimming before disappearing around the corner.

A suspicious teardrop hung at the corner of her eye, slowly sliding down her cheek.

This might be her only chance.

If she missed it, she might never get back what she had lost.

On the road, Zachary's condition worsened. He occasionally pounded the leather seat, his forehead covered in cold sweat.