Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect
Sarah stammered, at a loss for words.
She set her bowl down awkwardly, watching as Zachary calmly returned the spoon to her bowl.
"Go on, finish it. Steven will be devastated if you waste it," Zachary said, his lips quirking into a slight smile.
Sarah stirred the soup absently, feeling flustered. Her mind kept circling back to one thought: Zachary used my spoon. The same spoon I just used. And he just... used it.
Before she could overthink it further, Zachary placed a fresh spoon in her hand and pushed a new bowl of soup toward her—the other half from the thermos.