Countdown to My Divorce

William frowned instinctively at Tyler’s words. He turned to look at him. “Do you understand sign language, Mr. Hunt?” “I learned it back when I was volunteering abroad,” Tyler replied. So yeah, I understand it.”

The tail end of his sentence dripped with sarcasm. William picked up on it. His already grim expression darkened further. Even Rachel could feel the sting of humiliation in the air. It was as if someone had slapped William across the face in front of

everyone.

She had already understood what William was trying to do the moment he started signing at her. He didn’t want to confront her with Tyler in the conversation, so he had tried to do it discreetly.

But ever since Samantha joined the company, Rachel had noticed that William didn’t bother using sign language with her as much anymore.

Perhaps he didn’t have the patience for it now.

William turned his head slightly and said coldly, “If there’s anything work–related you need to discuss, Mr. Hunt, you can bring it directly to me. Rachel isn’t feeling well right now and doesn’t have the energy to deal with it.”

Anyone else might’ve let it go at that, but not Tyler.

enough, he chuckled

for her to handle it. Besides-” His deep, dark gaze flicked

watch over me tonight. If I get another fever, it could

He was

He shot a side glance at

“Ms. Judd

slightly. She hadn’t expected Tyler to hit

froze for just a second. A flicker of panic appeared in her eyes. “N–No, Mr. Hunt, you must

his classic ‘not my business‘ kind

was since I’ve never heard of you having a boyfriend. People might get the wrong idea. They might think Mr. Lewis

long since

it. Because this time, his words were aimed at

had been watching their reactions the whole time Tyler was talking. At the mention of ‘pregnant‘, both