Countdown to My Divorce

Cecilia didn’t know if she made a mistake, but she could sense Tyler’s face turning solemn.

“She’s allergic to seafood,” he said in a low voice.

Cecilia stood stunned for a moment before realization dawned on her.

“Look at me! How could I forget something so important? You’re allergic to this!”

With that, she hurriedly spooned the food back.

Samantha walked over with a glass in hand, her face bearing a mile and innocent smile.

“My, my! Mr. Hunt and Rachel share such a close working relationship. Rachel’s best friend Cecilia forgot that she has a seafood allergy, but Mr. Hunt remembers it so clearly.”

Everyone else at the table hadn’t paid Tyler much attention, but the moment Samantha made the comment, their gazes immediately landed on Rachel and Tyler.

“Goodness! Is Mr. Hunt and Ms. Lloyd really that close?”

Lewis‘ face? Thankfully, he isn’t at this table. Imagine how

about? It’s not like you don’t know that Ms. Lloyd was the one who drew up

fooling around for a long time. It’s just that no one talked about

thing, that

on tenterhooks,

stood up and said, “I’m done. Enjoy your

She wore her usual pitiful and innocent look

clear, crisp voice.

food left. Why aren’t you finishing it? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have talked about you and Mr. Hunt. I’m so sorry! Do sit

her glass to Rachel and arched

a toast to you, Rachel. Please don’t stoop to my level and forgive me. I didn’t mean to talk about you and Mr. Hunt like that. It was just a

only served to fuel

wrist still in Samantha’s hand. The aloofness in her eyes hardened into icy coldness, like the surface of

you really want to raise a toast to me, shouldn’t you do so with wine? Why are you just using a random