Countdown to My Divorce

Another woman would have been charmed silly by Tyler’s flirtatious and deep, sensuous voice, but that would never happen with Rachel.

She knew him too well. If she were to fall into his trap, he would certainly mock her. Tyler had a mean streak, and normal people couldn’t afford to mess with him.

Rachel recalled his reply to her today. She held herself up as best as she could and forced a smile. “Didn’t you say that you’re busy?”

Tyler pulled out a cigarette from his case and put it to his lips. “I am busy. I came out to do something and ended up bumping into a pitiful worm.”

Rachel was still having difficulties breathing. Her face was pale, and even her lips had turned white. She smiled self–derisively. “I might need to trouble you to do me a favor and send me to the hospital, Mr. Hunt. Or you could call an ambulance for me. You can just leave me be, even if I lose consciousness.”

She sounded surprisingly calm and collected.

Tyler cast her a casual look. “Are you trying to make me fall into a trap and end up being a target of cyber bullies?”

Rachel pressed her lips together tightly. “I’m not.”

She was in such a pathetic state, she couldn’t plot against Tyler. He was such a smart man, too–she would never be able to make him fall into her trap.

Before she knew it, her knees had turned weak, and her body slumped to the ground.

quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and stopped her from collapsing to

and look at Tyler’s chiseled features. He had on a black outdoor jacket, which added

smirked. “Remember, you owe

his arms, about to put her in the front passenger seat of his car, when Rachel suddenly asked, “Mr. Hunt, I

laughing. “Yes. What of it?

Rachel admitted

for her to get too involved with Tyler. If rumors were to

the front passenger seat,

it retrofitted

she was on the verge of death, but she couldn’t hold back her

wasn’t surprised

minutes.

diagnosed with a lung infection due to long–term exposure to polluted air, either at work or

stop shaking his head at Rachel’s X–ray. “What’s the matter with you, young lady? Don’t you know

“I do. Thank you,