Countdown to My Divorce

William’s hand froze mid–air as the corner of his lips twitched.

He was suddenly at a loss for words.

Like a mediator, Samantha tried to smooth things over.

“Rachel, it was probably an honest mistake on William’s part. Dont get mad at him. He just bought food from the wrong restaurant. I’m quite free now, so I can buy what you like for you.”

With that, Samantha put her fork down at once and grabbed her phone, making a move to leave.

She made sure to remind William, “Stay here and keep Rachel company at home. I’ll go get the food. Rachel, text me the dishes you like.”

Before Rachel could respond, William stood up to grab Samantha’s wrist. His eyes turned dark as he said with displeasure,” There’s no need for you to go! How is the barbecued meat from the South Coast and North Coast different? You probably won’t be able to buy any food at this hour, anyway. I’ll buy it for her

nother time.”

“William, don’t worry about me,” Samantha insisted. “Rachel wants it. She has been a great help at work, and it’s time for me to repay her kindness. Please, just let me go.”

“It’s so late! It’s too dangerous for a lady like you to be out there alone.”

Rachel saw the tense muscles in William’s jaw, betraying the anxiety he

was

hold

the two of them doing, putting on an act before her? She hadn’t uttered a word, and she certainly did not insist

were they

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go

have William go with

have it at this hour? Can’t you just make a compromise?

her chin at Samantha, who was looking all

Judd was the one who insisted on buying it

said, “This has nothing to

do it of my own

William’s eyes. “I’ve made myself clear. It’s

has a nurse with

wasn’t a discussion or a question–it was a

inconvenient, I can leave right away. Don’t worry, I