Bree's posture went rigid as surprise flickered across her face. "Why are you asking me that?" she asked skeptically.
Zara let out a weary sigh, her lips curving into a helpless pout. "You can't imagine what I went through last night. My mind was a complete mess. It was so unbearably hot…"
She lifted both hands, fanning her flushed face dramatically. "And he was right there, so close. I couldn't hold myself back—I wanted him desperately. But instead of giving in, he threw me into cold water and walked away. He could have been my relief, my antidote, but no…he went and called the doctor."
"Seriously?" Bree's jaw dropped in disbelief. "He didn't even touch you?"
Zara shook her head, pouting even tighter.
"That's unreal," Bree muttered, still stunned. "How could he possibly resist you in that state?"
To her, it made no sense. Even if Nathaniel didn't hold romantic feelings for Zara, she was still his wife. Most men would never ignore such a situation unless something was wrong.
