Chapter 862
She nearly facepalmed.
Which staff member bought those apples? Dock their pay.
Zachary finally looked up. "You're the only one who's ever given me an apple."
Sarah blinked. “Seriously? You've never celebrated Christmas before?"
"Every Christmas, tons of people try to send me gifts. I always have my assistant return them—unopened. I've never accepted a single one."
"That's... kind of sad."
If Mia were standing here, she'd probably roll her eyes and say, "Sad? My Christmas apples probably ended up in some dog's food bowl."
Zachary looked at her. "Sasa, I'm really happy today."
"You've only been here for five minutes," Sarah replied, wary. "Wait! Don't say some cheesy pickup line!"
Steven wandered over just in time. "Zachary, tell her the ones I wrote for you! Way better than any cringey sweet talk.”
Scarlett jumped in too, hyping him up. "Yeah! Steven is the king of romantic lines." Sarah rubbed her forehead. There's no saving her.
anything cheesy," Zachary said. "I just meant I'm
dimmed. At the entrance, a man walked in, carrying someone on his
He stepped forward
her down,
happened to your foot?" he
earlier. He carried me back," Mia
at him. Compared to everyone else in their finely tailored clothes, this
said. "I
trouble at all, Mr. Reynolds," the man
just slightly. "You
East Coast? You're on TV all the time.
you," the man said with
grill him like a suspect, okay? He's a
Wait. Who?
trying to make out his
"Lucas Lansworth?" she whispered.
him. I didn't recognize him at first either, but I looked
So please don't tell
himself here,
About Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster - Chapter 862
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