WantNovelChapter 506
"Zachary... my leg hurts."
The words were soft, almost childlike, but they hit him like a sledgehammer.
His pupils shrank, his entire body tensing as he instinctively looked down at her leg.
"...Why does it hurt?"
A stiff, pained smile twisted on his lips-one that looked more like he was about to
cry.
Sarah wasn't even fully conscious, yet tears streamed silently down her face.
Her right hand clutched at her thigh-the exact spot where he knew she had a
scar.
That scar.
Buried deep in her subconscious, hidden beneath years of suppressed memories.
People say that when you're drunk, the truth slips out the things buried so deep inside you, the things you never
speak about when you're sober.
And now, Zachary was terrified.
Because if those painful memories resurfaced-if she finally remembered-she would realize that things weren't
what she thought they were.
And then what?
Would she ever be able to face him again?
Would she ever forgive him?
"Sasa... will you ever believe me?" His voice was uncertain, unsteady.
Sarah shook her head weakly. "No... it was all lies."
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The night was cold, the air heavy with dew. After walking for a while, Sarah suddenly stopped.
She swayed, then leaned her head against his arm, her voice slurred.
"I can't walk anymore. I'm hnow. | wanna sleep..."
And with that, she started to sink to the ground, as if she truly believed she was home.
Zachary caught her just in time.
"You're not hyet, Sasa."
She didn't respond.
Didn't open her eyes.
Didn't make any effort to stand.
Left with no choice, Zachary crouched down and lifted her onto his back.
Sarah rested against him obediently, her voice barely above a whisper.
She rested quietly against him. "Why give her what was only meant for me?" Zachary froze for a moment as he
understood her meaning, but stayed silent. Walking step by step, he felt his back growing damp. Then he heard
Sarah's soft sobs. "Sasa?"
He called out worriedly, but she didn't respond.
"Why give her what was already mine?" she mumbled.
Zachary still said nothing. The twasn't right - he couldn't risk any mistakes in
the plan he'd crafted so carefully.
He couldn't afford for everything to fall apart now.
"Who... are you?"
Sarah's voice was barely a whisper, her words slurred and muddled.
"You smell just like him..."
Zachary's breath hitched.
That was all he heard, but it was enough.
He didn't respond.
Didn't know how to respond.
The weight on his back felt heavier, but not because of her-it was the suffocating pressure in his chest, the stone
sinking deeper and deeper into his heart.
He knew he'd never forget this night - the girl he loved asking from his back, "Why give her what was already
mine?"
By the tthey reached Melvin's place, he knocked twice before hearing footsteps approaching.
"Sasa, where did you go so late? And why didn't you bring your keys—"
The door swung open, and Melvin's sentence cut off the moment he saw who was carrying her.
His brows immediately furrowed.
"Why is it you?" His tone darkened, displeasure flickering in his eyes.
He hated seeing Zachary anywhere
near Sarah, and gen
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Zachary hesitated, unsure how to
explain why he had been the one to
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to the bar to unwind. My people
found them, so | brought her home."
He tried to sound as neutral as possible, straightforward.
But he wasn't sure if it mattered.
Because sometimes, no matter how honest the explanation, people only hear what they want to hear.
Sthings...
Sstories...
Had their endings written long before they even began.
Melvin frowned as he pulled Sarah away. "Thank you, Mr. Reynolds. I'll treat you
to dinner another day, but right now | need to take care of Sasa. Please excuse
us."
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then said, "Mr. SnEpiee don't
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Melvin didn't quite understand his meaning but nodded anyway.
"Where's Zachary?" Vivian angrily threw the hangover soup across the room.
"Miss Wilson," Marianne said worriedly, "you've had so much to drink. You really should have shangover
soup."
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