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?”

a direct slap on Mr. Lewis‘ face? Thankfully, he isn’t at

you don’t know that Ms. Lloyd was the one who drew up the proposal for

the two of them have been fooling around for a long

thing, that

spinning tall tales; Rachel was on tenterhooks,

and said, “I’m done.

she stood up, Samantha grabbed her wrist. She wore her usual pitiful and

clear, crisp voice.

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

glass to Rachel and arched a brow at

toast to you, Rachel. Please don’t stoop to my level and forgive me. I didn’t mean to talk about you and Mr.

fuel everyone’s suspicions about Rachel and

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

shouldn’t you do so with wine?