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

it. Besides-” His deep, dark gaze flicked toward Samantha, who still stood next to William. “You probably won’t have

said I still need someone to watch over me tonight.

frowned. He

bed with one leg crossed over the other. He shot a side glance at Sama can’t take medication? Don’t tell me you’re pregnant? Whose

“Ms. Judd

hadn’t expected Tyler to hit

just a second. A flicker of panic appeared in her

his arms, putting on his classic ‘not my business‘ kind of smug

you having a boyfriend. People might get the wrong idea. They might think Mr. Lewis is

never holding back, and Rachel had long since gotten used to his sharp tongue.

for the first time, she actually enjoyed it. Because this

whole time Tyler was talking. At the mention