For a moment, Rebecca thought he had mistaken her for Danielle. Because this was how he always treated Danielle when she got hurt.

Rebecca spoke, her voice hoarse, "Zachary, I'm not Danielle."

"I know," he responded coldly, his gaze fixed on her.

He wasn't stupid enough to confuse Rebecca with Danielle.

Rebecca's eyelashes fluttered as she hid her emotions.

‘He knew? Then why is he acting like this? Didn't he hate me and dislike me?’

Seeming to sense ...