Countdown to My Divorce

Chapter 125

Rachel was momentarily stunned by how fast Tyler took off his jacket.

Seeing her still frozen, Tyler lifted the jacket closer to her. “What are you spacing out for? Take it. My arm’s getting sore.”

Rachel finally snapped out of it and reached to take the jacket. She muttered under her breath,

“Your arm’s sore from handing over a jacket? What a weakling.”

“Am I weak? Are you sure about that?” Tyler sipped from his glass. He looked completely calm.

Rachel rolled her eyes. “You should be glad I wasn’t drinking water just now, or your shirt would’ve been next.”

“No big deal. Worst case, I’ll take this one off and give it to you too.

He looked totally unfazed.

Rachel immediately conjured up the memory of Tyler in the bathtub that day, with only a towel around his waist, his toned upper body and his abs-

suddenly became

was really worried he’d throw out

the owner brought over the grilled skewers.

“I

The owner was speechless.

from Tyler’s look that he was expecting the owner to pick out the cilantro for him, but the poor man

Finally, Rachel stepped in.

worry about it, sir. We’ve got

walking off, though he cast another strange glance at Tyler

started using her fork to pick

rush her. He rested his chin on his hand, his elbow on the table, and watched

do something

A shrill female voice

She was still holding a piece of cilantro. She looked up

William saw Tyler, his

you invite Mr. Hunt out to celebrate after he signed with Lewis Enterprise?” Then, as if to herself, she added, “But didn’t William and I already say we’d bring some food