Chapter 189
She was just a university counselor who’d moved on after her divorce.
Suddenly, she laughed at herself. When had she become so insecure? She used to be confident and vibrant like Mia, but now…
Zachary sat down, putting the apple back in her hand, looking directly into her eyes. “This isn’t a game. I’m serious. I thought
you could feel that.”
His gaze burned with intensity. “Sarah, tell me, what kind of person do you think you are?”
Sarah stumbled over her words. “I…”
“What kind of person?” Zachary kept staring, as if trying to burn through her defenses.
“Like James’s mother said – a divorced woman with a bad reputation.” Sarah laughed bitterly.
Zachary shook his head, his eyes turning cold. “Do you believe that?”
Believe it?
Why should she?
James was the one with the bad reputation.
Society was always harder on women. Divorced women faced more prejudice than men. When Mrs. Chancer said those things, she’d wanted to ask if she wasn’t a woman herself.
“Of course not,” Sarah pressed her lips together. (1
Zachary’s expression softened – this was the Sarah he knew.
“Sarah, I’ve never been playing with you. I’m serious.”
Sarah’s thoughts were chaos. She couldn’t meet his eyes. 1
“Look at me.” Zachary lifted her chin, holding her gaze.
Sarah’s eyelashes fluttered. “I spoke wrongly.”
She’d been impulsive to say such things.
Even if Zachary was just playing, after all his help, she shouldn’t have said that.
And if he was serious, she definitely shouldn’t have.
“You still don’t believe me. I like you. What about you?”
Sarah’s heart raced. How could she answer? Yes or no?
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How could she lie to herself?
“I… I don’t know.” Whether to like him or not.
Zachary smiled softly. “Let me help you figure it out?”
“How?” Sarah looked at him puzzled.
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His handsome face drew closer, meeting her lips. Her breath caught, her heart pounding, but she didn’t want to push him away.
Zachary pulled back. “Do you understand now?”
He didn’t explain further, and Sarah didn’t need to speak. Her racing heart said enough.
She understood – you only welcome intimacy from someone you like. 1
Zachary didn’t press her to admit it. That evening, he brought her homemade mushroom porridge. “I made this myself. You need
to finish it.”
Sarah eagerly tasted it, noting the mushroom pieces.
“Thank you for the trouble.”
Zachary must be busy, yet he was taking such careful care of her. But she wasn’t helpless.
“Don’t you have work? I can take care of myself,” Sarah said seriously.
Zachary finished sending an email. “Why do you think I pay so many employees? They’re not just there for show.”
Ring! Ring!
Zachary answered his phone, listened briefly, then put it on speaker near Sarah.
“Is Sarah feeling better? Can I visit her? I’ve been staying home to give you two space, but I’m worried about her. Zac, you’re so
slow! You still haven’t won her over? This is your chance while she’s sick – you better not mess it
up!”
