Chapter 130
Just as the two were busy in the kitchen, the doorbell rang.
Mia got up to answer it, but as soon as she saw who was at the door, she backed away in fear and ran straight to the kitchen.
“Sarah, there’s someone…” she stammered.
Sarah wiped her hands on a towel. “Who is it?”
When she walked to the door and saw who it was, she froze. Standing there was James.
Her smile vanished instantly, her brows knitting into a frown. “James, what do you want?”
“Sarah, is Mia staying at your place?” James hadn’t expected Mia to answer the door.
But seeing Sarah in an apron reminded him of their life together, however fleeting those moments of domesticity had been.
“Mr. Chancer, who I invite into my home is none of your business. If you don’t have a good reason to be here, please leave. I’m busy and don’t have time to stand around chatting with you.” Her voice was cold and clipped.
James quickly raised a box of desserts he had brought with him. “I was near Taste Avenue today for a meeting and saw the long line outside. I remembered you used to love their desserts, so I bought some for you.”
Sarah gave him a long, silent look, her eyes growing colder by the second. “You came all this way to deliver desserts?”
“Not just that,” James added quickly. “I also bought some burn ointment. I know what my sister did was wrong, and I’ve already
transferred the compensation to your account. I picked this up at the pharmacy on my way here.”
He pulled the ointment from a bag, but Sarah remained unfazed,
“I don’t need it anymore. My burns are healing just fine without it.”
“I just thought—“James began, but his words trailed off as someone else stepped out of the kitchen–a tall, composed figure
with an unmistakable presence.
“Who is it? What’s taking so long?” Zachary’s voice carried a gentle warmth as he approached.
James’s face darkened instantly. He stuffed the ointment back into the bag and glared at Sarah. “Why is he here?”
Why was Zachary always in her home? Were they already together? Or was Zachary pursuing her?
James’s mind raced, and he couldn’t ignore the tension in Zachary’s gaze–a protective, almost territorial look.
Zachary’s cold, piercing eyes met James’s, filled with warning and an edge of hostility.
Sarah crossed her arms, her tone sharp and dismissive. “I’ve told you before, who I invite into my home is my business, not
yours. If you’re only here to drop off desserts and burn ointment, you can leave. I don’t eat from that dessert shop anymore, and
you can keep the ointment for yourself.”
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“Mr. Chancer,” Zachary interjected with a frosty tone, “I see you’ve brought burn ointment. Does Ms. Garnett know about your
little delivery?”
James’s jaw tightened. “Mr. Reynolds, I didn’t expect to see you here,” he replied, a hint of accusation in his voice.
Zachary’s expression didn’t waver. “That’s none of your concern.”
James pressed on. “I’m her ex–husband. That gives me-
“Ex–husband,” Zachary interrupted coolly. “That means you’re divorced. You have no ties to Sarah anymore. She’s already told
you to leave, so I suggest you respect her wishes.” His deep voice carried an unyielding authority.
Sarah scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. “If you don’t leave now, I’ll call the police. Trespassing is enough to get you
detained for a few days–you can join your sister.”
James hesitated, his gaze lingering on Sarah and Zachary before he finally turned and left.
Once the door was shut and locked, Zachary and Sarah returned to the kitchen. The water on the stove had already begun boiling.
and the vegetables were neatly prepped in a bowl, ready to cook
