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

Chapter 821

Mia quickened her pace and ran to Sarah's side, shooting a glare at the grinning Leon before clutching Sarah's arm and whining sweetly, "Sarah, do you really think I'm such a troublemaker?"

Sarah gently tapped her nose with an amused smile. "Don't twist my words—I never said that."

Mia glanced back again at Leon, who was still staring fixedly at Sarah, then hurriedly tugged on Sarah's hand to pick up the pace. "Sarah, let's walk faster. I'm starving."

Sarah seemed to understand exactly what was going through the girl's mind. Not only did she not resist, she played along perfectly. "Then we'd better hurry."

Leon watched their clumsy performance with amusement rather than anger, matching their pace step for step-sometimes faster, sometimes slower-like a persistent shadow.

Mia couldn't stand how clingy he was being. She whirled around in frustration. "Hey! Can you either walk faster or slower? Stop following right behind us like that!"

Leon flashed a grin. "Little girl, does this road belong to you or something?"

Sarah knew Mia was no match for Leon and worried he might provoke her into losing her temper. She quickly pulled Mia aside and changed the subject. "I almost forgot to ask-what do you want for lunch?"

The distraction worked, and Mia's anger subsided.

They finally made it to the school gates without incident.

with flushed faces,

her

the gate waiting for them, the tension she'd been

excitedly and

head slightly, his features cool

hear the collective sharp intake of

era, beauty really was a devastating

the ice in his

radiated a more human warmth—like a deity who'd just

sharp instincts immediately picked up on Leon trailing behind them-clearly not a student. Though his expression didn't change his gaze turned razor sharp

his imposing frame placing himself protectively between Sarah and

finally stopped suppressing his hostile

"What are you doing

faintly, giving no ground. "Mr. Reynolds, what a coincidence. Are you here to see Miss Sanders for

Watching Zachary's brow furrow

cheerfully added fuel

I suppose there's a first-come,

medical appointments. Miss