Wait for her? Since when did he ever wait for her?

"What's up?" Rebecca asked coldly, raising an eyebrow.

"Let's talk," he said, reaching out to grab her.

He touched her right palm and Rebecca hissed in pain, suddenly remembering that she had cut her right hand with the pen while rushing to save Mr. Mendes earlier.

Zachary noticed her discomfort and lifted her hand to examine it. Frowning, he asked, "How did you get hurt?"

Opening the car door, he retrieved a disinfectant wipe and proceeded to clean Rebecca's wound himself.

"It's not necessary." Rebecca instinctively tried to pull her hand away.

How interesting. The other day when she had fallen down the stairs, he didn't care at all. Now she just had a minor injury, and suddenly he was concerned.

Zachary firmly held her wrist, carefully disinfected the wound, and then applied a bandage.

Rebecca looked at Zachary's serious profile, feeling the warmth from his fingertips, and her heart began to ache again.

Why was he suddenly being so nice to her? In the past, even the slightest kindness from him would make her willing to follow him without hesitation. But now, she wouldn't.

At that moment, Zachary's phone rang. He answered it.

Rebecca was close enough to hear Danielle's soft voice, "Zach, have you seen Becky? Did you talk to her about the divorce?"

Rebecca silently pulled her hand away from Zachary's other hand.

So, Zachary's sudden kindness was about discussing divorce with her.

Was he afraid she might change her mind and refuse to divorce, preventing him from marrying the woman he truly loved?

Zachary spoke into the phone, his voice gentle, "Yes, I've seen her. I'll come see you later."

Rebecca didn't want to hear, but she still caught Danielle's flirtatious tone from the other end, "All right, I'll take a shower and wait for you."

Rebecca turned away, struggling to hold back tears. Her heart was already riddled with wounds, numb from the ache.

Zachary hung up the phone, and Rebecca spoke coldly, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Grandma Helen wants to throw a big party for her 70th birthday. She hopes we'll attend together," Zachary said slowly after a moment of thought.

Rebecca looked at him, her expression flat, "I won't be going to Grandma's birthday party this year."

Zachary was very surprised by Rebecca's answer.

She shared a wonderfully close bond with Grandma Helen, who cherished her as if she were her own granddaughter. How could she not go?

Zachary frowned deeply, "Rebecca, can you stop being difficult?"

Rebecca glanced at him, her eyes gradually filling with disappointment.

Even now, he still thought she was just throwing a tantrum.

"You said long ago that no matter what I did, you wouldn't try to coax me. So why am I making a fuss, and for whom?" Rebecca said with a self-deprecating laugh.

She didn't shout or argue with him. Her whole demeanor was eerily calm.

"If only I were Danielle, I'd surely cling to your arms and make a real scene," Rebecca's eyes curved, her smile bright, but her gaze concealed endless bitterness.

Unfortunately, she wasn't Danielle. She didn't have that privilege.

She had never felt envy before; whatever others had, she also possessed. In fact, she even had things that others didn’t.

But now, she envied Danielle.

She was so amazing that she’d won Zachary's love.

Zachary felt a lump in his throat as if something was burning in his heart.

"When you have time, give me a call. Let's go to City Hall and get the divorce papers submitted," Rebecca said, forcing a smile while biting her lip.

Zachary's brow furrowed slightly, his heart tugged. His voice came out a bit muffled as he said, "Rebecca—"

"Grandma Helen's health isn't good. Let's not tell her about our divorce yet," Rebecca interrupted Zachary. "Also, I gave you a ring three years ago. Do you remember?"

Zachary was stunned.

Seeing his reaction, Rebecca knew he didn't remember.

"All the gifts you gave me are in the second drawer of the cabinet in the study," Zachary said.

Rebecca made a sound of acknowledgment, "I don't want anything in the divorce—except that ring. I'll stop by the villa sometime to get it and then leave."

With that, she turned and walked away, not looking back.

Rebecca wandered the streets, gazing at the glittering city, but felt nothing but boredom.

Suddenly, her father called.

After Rebecca answered, Gilbert's gentle voice came through. "Sweetie, did you see the surprise Dad prepared for you?"

"What surprise?" Rebecca was confused.

"The blind date I carefully arranged for you!" Gilbert chuckled. "Oh, and your mom and I are waiting for you to come home!"

Rebecca was about to respond when the call suddenly dropped.

She scratched her head.

What blind date? Did Gilbert's efforts to get her to the hotel earlier have to do with setting her up on a blind date? Who was her supposed date then?

While Rebecca was still puzzled, she received a text from Matthew.

[Becca, did you get the ring? I can't wait to go on our adventure!]

The ring—it was still with Zachary.

Rebecca replied, [I'll get it tomorrow. Let's meet at M. Zone for lunch.]

That night, Rebecca received another text message. This time, it was from an anonymous number.

It was a photo. In it, Zachary was wearing a bathrobe, leaning against the hotel's floor-to-ceiling window.

His pose was relaxed, his profile striking. He looked devastatingly sexy.

Rebecca almost dropped her phone. Then, another message came through.

[He's already booked a hotel room with me. Why won't you let go?]