Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect
“I’ve told you before, who I invite into my home is my business, not yours. If you’re only here to drop off desserts and burn ointment, you can leave. I don’t eat from that dessert shop anymore, and you can keep the ointment for yourself.”
“Mr. Chancer,” Zachary interjected with a frosty tone, “I see you’ve brought burn ointment. Does Ms. Garnett know about your little delivery?”
James’s jaw tightened. “Mr. Reynolds, I didn’t expect to see you here,” he replied, a hint of accusation in his voice.
Zachary’s expression didn’t waver. “That’s none of your concern.”
James pressed on. “I’m her ex-husband. That gives me—”