Countdown to My Divorce

Chapter 112

“I was helping Mr. Hunt into the washroom and accidentally got soine water splashed on me. Mr. Hunt’s assistant helped buy this outfit for me.”

Rachel sounded neither offensive nor defensive; she spoke without so much as a twitch in her eyebrow, making it difficult for William to find anything suspicious in her tone.

Samantha asked curiously, “How did you help Mr. Hunt alleviate the effects of the drug? I heard that it’s impossible to resist them just by sheer willpower!”

Smiling, she explained further, “Rachel, I’m not doubting your and Mr. Hunt’s innocence. I’m just curious. I don’t know much about it, and only heard about it on TV.”

Her words deliberately pushed Rachel into the eye of the storm.

Samantha was no stranger to the birds and the bees. Everyone knew that ordinary people would find it nearly impossible to overcome the effects of such aphrodisiacs. 1

Although William didn’t ask any further, the look in his eyes made it clear that he was waiting for Rachel’s response.

The tension in the room was palpable.

Rachel felt her breath catch in her throat and her heart race. She alone knew how antsy she felt inside despite how calm and composed she remained on the outside.

hard, her nails dug into the flesh of her palms. The sudden, sharp pain made her flinch

found something amiss, things would only become more

past this as calmly as she could

a deep breath and tilted her head to look

drug, but you know Tyler and how mind–boggling his tolerance

alternative of telling a fib would probably have been a

lie would need to be covered up by even more lies. The more lies

Aside from one particular detail, she had no qualms

strange to

that regard, Tyler was no human

tolerating things many others found

clue about the background of William’s relationship with Tyler, but each time she mentioned Tyler, she could clearly sense something amiss

face fell, but he

so nervous, she

“Once Project Oasis comes to an

“Okay,” she complied obediently.