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Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 837

When Sarah woke up, her whole body ached. Her head was spinning, like she was hungover and had been in a fight.

She shut her eyes for a second, then slowly pushed herself up on the bed, careful with every movement.

Just then, the blanket beside her shifted.

She froze.

Her neck stiffened as she turned to the left, eyes landing on a pair of long lashes—way too long for a woman’s. Her gaze drifted down over a straight nose… and slightly swollen lips that somehow looked even more attractive.

Sarah gulped. What the hell did I do last night?

Before she could even start to piece things together, Zachary stirred beside her, his internal clock waking him up right on time.

His deep, velvety voice startled her, “You’re up. Hungry?”

Sarah jumped like she’d been electrocuted, her expression pure panic.

Zachary couldn’t help but laugh. The way he smiled—so bright, so easy—it lit up the whole room.

Half her face went red in an instant. She whipped her head away and muttered, “Why are you in my bed?”

He sat up, leaned casually against the headboard, and raised an eyebrow. “You sure this is your room? Your bed?”

Sarah glanced around. The decor was way too fancy, and the furniture didn’t look anything like hers.

Yeah… definitely not her place.

She turned her back to him, trying to retrace what happened. Thankfully, even though she’d been drugged, she hadn’t completely blacked out. She remembered the important parts.

That bastard Leon. It had to be him.

Even someone as patient as Sarah wanted to punch him in the face. If Zachary hadn’t shown up in time to get her out of there… she didn’t even want to think about the consequences.

Zachary was just as furious.

He kept replaying it in his head—what if the people he sent hadn’t picked up on something being wrong? What if he hadn’t made it in time?

He’d lose it.

His expression darkened, voice dropping to a chilling calm. “Don’t worry. I won’t let him get away with it.”

Somehow, those words gave Sarah a strange kind of strength. Like nothing else mattered in that moment—just his voice, and the way he looked at her.

She turned to face him, her tone steady. “I’ll handle it.”

Zachary frowned. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft.”

She shot him a glare. “Hardly. I’ve already figured out what to do. So stay out of it for now.”

Seeing she was serious, Zachary backed off a little. “Alright. What’s the plan?”

Sarah didn’t feel like spelling it out in front of the whole room. Instead, she crooked a finger at him. When he leaned in, she whispered the plan into his ear.

After that, Zachary headed to the bathroom.

Sarah hesitated for a beat… then made up her mind.

It wasn’t foolproof, but she had to try. Otherwise, she’d never get this rage out of her system.

Unsurprisingly, Leon still hadn’t given up. Even after getting exposed, he was clinging to hope.

Sarah didn’t call him out on it. She pretended nothing had happened, keeping her tone and expression exactly the same, masking her disgust like a pro.

Leon had planned to pour his heart out today. He’d even rehearsed what he was going to say.

“Miss Sanders,” he said, eyes wide with fake innocence, “where did you end up last night after you got drunk?”

Sarah froze for a second, then clenched her jaw and played her part: furious and offended. “Nowhere. I just got bitten by a dog.”

Sorry, Zachary, she thought to herself. You’re gonna have to take one for the team. If I want Leon to let his guard down, this is the only way.

As for poor Zachary, who suddenly felt a chill down his spine and sneezed several times in a row, he was the last thing on her mind.

Leon watched her carefully, trying to figure out if she was lying. Her reaction looked genuine, so he went on with the act.

“Did someone hurt you?” he asked gently.

He reached for her hand.

She pulled away.

Leon’s expression shifted to one of wounded longing. “Miss Sanders… can’t you see how I feel? You don’t have to carry everything alone. Let me help you.”

Sarah bit her lip and looked at him. “You really mean that?”

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