'And that damn Sarah Rhodes! She clearly knew Zachary Redgrave had misunderstood, but she still added fuel to the fire by kissing me. Wasn't she just trying to stir up trouble on purpose?'
Seeing the pained look on Zoe Yates's face, his expression on the verge of tears, Sarah Rhodes forcefully shoved Zachary Redgrave away. "Are you sick in the head? Can't you see he's about to cry from the pain? Did you think you were giving him a body scrub, using that much force?"
Furious, Zachary Redgrave threw the tissue in his hand onto the table. "Let go of him. He's on the clock right now."
"Are you a germaphobe or a control freak? He's just your measly little assistant. Do you really have to be so caustic and meddle in everything?"
Sarah Rhodes didn't let go. Instead, she wrapped her arm around Zoe Yates's slender waist.
"Sarah, stop it. Let me go."
