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-

and her breathing suddenly became heavy. She forced herself to

really worried he’d throw out

over the

“I don’t

The owner was speechless.

the cilantro for him, but the poor man clearly didn’t have

Finally, Rachel stepped in.

worry about it, sir. We’ve got

owner said before walking off, though he cast another strange glance at Tyler

her fork to pick out the bits

rested his chin on his hand,

do something about your

female voice

a piece of cilantro. She looked up instinctively, only

William saw Tyler, his expression immediately darkened. “Mr.

as if to herself, she added, “But didn’t William and I already say we’d bring some food back