Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

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.

Sarah's furrowed brow finally relaxed, and she

his expression quickly darkened. "Didn't I tell you

mouth and managed to say one

was painfully dry, making it

to get her a cup of water. He returned, supporting her back

that she was in the wrong, she

Zachary tapped her forehead with

he returned, he was carrying a

edge of the bed, blew on the noodles, and explained without looking up, "Your foot is still injured, so you shouldn't eat anything spicy. I made

he picked up some noodles and held them to Sarah's

her mouth and swallowed, tasting the

secretly wondered

cook, or rather, for whom he had

made

show it openly-at the very least, she couldn't reveal her vulnerable side in