Countdown to My Divorce

The feeling of soft fur brushing against her made all the hairs on Rachel’s arms stand up. She jumped off the couch in shock and, without thinking, reached out to grab the hem of Tyler’s shirt.

“Mr. Hunt…”

Why couldn’t Tyler control his dog?!

Tyler barely lifted his eyes, his tone lazy. “He just wants you to pet him.”

Rachel looked at him, doubtful. “Are you sure he doesn’t want to eat me?”

She couldn’t shake the feeling that the dog might leap at her any second.

Tyler took a sip of his coffee, then leaned back on the couch. “He does want to eat meat.”

That one sentence had Rachel shrinking back into the cushions, her whole body tense.

Tyler glanced at her and added, “He doesn’t eat people, so why are you freaking out?”

Rachel knew Tyler liked to mess with people, but still, the dog was huge. It was hard not to be at least a little scared.

She just wanted to get this over with and leave.

Hunt, maybe we should talk about Project Oasis,” she said, trying to keep her voice

proposal’s fine,” Tyler said, “but are you

rubbed his forehead,

it doesn’t matter. The moment you secure the management rights, I’ll resign from Lewis

gave her a quick look. “Well, aren’t

already thought everything through. “So, there’s no need for you to worry. I’ll take

ready to come clean with William,”

underestimated her. At first, he thought she was only doing

But now…

composed

proved one thing–William hadn’t treated her all that

her eyes was gone. What was left I

want to get into personal matters with Tyler. The man was too sharp. Sometimes, he didn’t

not even Cecilia Rachel wanted to disappear–so that William would

with the proposal, I hope you can

replied, “but there’s still one small issue

asked, genuinely surprised. She had gone through the proposal again