Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 833

Zachary took off his jacket and gently draped it over Sarah before lifting her into his arms and carrying her out of the café.

He carefully laid her down in the backseat of his car. “Sasa,” he called softly, worry etched in his voice.

Before he could shut the door, Sarah clung to him, her hands grasping his arms tightly. Even through the jacket, he could feel the intense heat radiating from her body.

“I feel… so hot,” she panted.

Zachary’s fingers trembled. He gently eased her back into the seat and closed the car door with caution, then let out a long, heavy sigh before sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

He knew he couldn’t take her back to the Sanders family estate. So instead, he drove straight to his own apartment.

Once they arrived, he carried her inside again, feeling her body growing even hotter in his arms.

He laid her down on the bed, but she wouldn’t stop leaning toward him, murmuring over and over, “So hot…”

Back in the car, he had already struggled with the overwhelming urge to hold her. Now, with her flushed face pressing against his chest, it took every ounce of self-control not to do something he’d regret.

He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed. “Come to the my apartment. Now.”

Twenty minutes later, a car pulled up outside. A middle-aged woman hurried in with a medical kit in hand. “Where’s the patient?”

“She’s in the bedroom,” Zachary replied, his tone dark and tight.

Dr. Lanson, a long-time family physician, immediately stepped inside. Seeing Sarah’s erratic movements, her expression turned serious. “What’s going on with her?”

“She was drugged,” Zachary said grimly.

After a pause, she said quietly, “You two… have been on and off for so long. If you were still together, well—this would’ve been easier to handle.”

She sighed. “Anyway, call me if anything changes. I’ll have someone keep an eye on your grandfather. His coma was strange from the start. Any progress on finding out what caused it?”

Dr. Lanson was in her forties and had served as the Reynolds family’s private doctor for years, taking care of both William and Zachary himself.

Zachary shook his head. “No, nothing definitive yet. But Grandpa did meet with Mr Wilson that afternoon. There’s no way he’s not involved.”

Dr. Lanson’s expression darkened. “So you really are at odds with the Wilson family now. Not just because of Mr. Wilson, but because of…” Her gaze drifted to Sarah. She didn’t finish the sentence.

Zachary’s eyes turned cold and sharp.

Of course he knew. Leon had crossed a line tonight—and Vivian wouldn’t be walking away untouched either.