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Zachary thought for a moment. “No.”
“Zachary, if Mia has another episode when she wakes up, I’ll call the hospital right away. I’ll also continue helping with her
treatment,” Sarah said seriously.
Zachary nodded. He trusted her completely.
After everything that had happened, Sarah was utterly drained. She slumped back into the sofa, her breathing heavy.
On top of the pain from her burns, a dull, twisting ache began forming in her lower stomach, like a sharp blade digging into her
insides.
She curled up slightly, clutching her abdomen tightly. Zachary noticed immediately.
“Sarah, what’s wrong?”
“My stomach…” she muttered weakly, sweat breaking out across her forehead. She didn’t have the energy to explain further.
“Did you take your painkillers today?”
“Not yet,” she managed
Zachary didn’t hesitate. He headed straight to the kitchen, pulling a bottle of prescribed pain medication from the cabinet. He poured a glass of warm water and set it on the counter before turning back to the stove.
Spotting the leftover soup pot from earlier, he began reheating it. Once the soup was warming, he returned to the living room
with the burn cream in hand.
“You haven’t applied the ointment yet,” he said firmly.
“I can do it myself,” Sarah replied, feeling embarrassed.
Ignoring her, Zachary squeezed a small amount of ointment onto his fingertips and gently began applying it to her burned leg His movements were slow and deliberate, his touch featherlight, but Sarah still trembled slightly from the sensation.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, glancing up. She was gripping the sofa cushion so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and her fingertips had gone pale.
“It’s fine,” she murmured, though her voice trembled slightly.
Zachary slowed his movements even more, taking extra care. What should have taken five minutes stretched to ten, his patience
unwavering.
When he finally finished, beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
“Thank you,” Sarah said softly, an odd emotion tugging at her heart
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She could feel how careful and gentle he was, as though treating her like something fragile and precious–something not to be
mishandled.
Her thoughts drifted to those magazine descriptions of Zachary: “Cold, ruthless, untouchable.
If anyone saw him like this–patient and considerate–they wouldn’t believe it
The thought made her chuckle quietly, though she quickly covered her mouth.
“What’s so funny?” Zachary asked, noticing.
“Nothing. I just felt like laughing.” she replied, brushing it off quickly.
From the kitchen, the savory scent of soup began to drift into the room. Sarah instinctively wrinkled her nose at the strong smell.
Zachary returned moments later with a bowl of hot soup. He ladled it carefully into a smaller bowl, letting the steam escape.
“Drink this. It’ll help with the pain and settle your stomach,” he said, handing her a spoon.
The rich aroma hit her immediately, and she grimaced. She picked up the spoon reluctantly and took a small sip, only to gag
slightly.
“This is so salty!” she accused, narrowing her eyes at Zachary. She swore she saw him smirk.
“I didn’t add any salt,” Zachary replied smoothly, though the faint smile was still there.
“It’s terrible!” she groaned, stirring the soup in frustration. But under his watchful gaze, she had no choice but to finish every
last drop.
After clearing up the kitchen, Zachary glanced at the clock. “It’s already 7 PM. Are you hungry?”
Sarah shook her head. “You should take Mia to the hospital now. I’m still worried about her.”
If Mia had another episode, she might need immediate medical attention.
Zachary hesitated, glancing back at her with concern. “Will you be okay here on your own?”
“I’ll be fine. You’ve applied the ointment, and I’ve taken the pain meds,” she reassured him.
“If anything happens, call me.”
With a nod, Zachary carefully picked up Mia and carried her out of the apartment.
Half an hour later, Scarlett burst through the door without warning
Her arms were overloaded with bags–this time, not filled with clothes or accessories but packed with food, snacks, and drinks.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” she cried as she rushed over to Sarah. “How bad is it? How did this even happen? Those burns look terrible! Tell me everything!”
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Her face was a mix of worry and frustration, her wide eyes scanning Sarah from head to toe,
