Countdown to My Divorce

Tyler frowned as if he didn’t quite buy what Rachel had just said. “Is that so?”

Rachel nodded seriously, as if worried he might not believe her. “Yeah, that’s all it was. You interrupted me before I could explain.”

From her words, Tyler seemed to recall how he’d just jumped to a conclusion. His eyes briefly swept over her, though his expression remained unreadable.

“Oh.”

There wasn’t the slightest hint of embarrassment or awkwardness from him, despite his earlier assumption.

Rachel couldn’t help but admire him a little. This man probably didn’t even know what the word ‘awkward‘ meant.

If it had been her, just imagining the situation from the other side made her cringe inside. If she’d misunderstood someone like that, especially in that way, she would probably want to disappear into a hole.

Tyler twisted the cap off the ointment and grabbed Rachel’s hand.

Rachel lowered her gaze. Her voice was much softer than usual. “I can do it myself.”

acting all shy. It’s annoying.” He frowned. A flicker of impatience appeared

who liked drawn–out drama. If she kept insisting, he’d probably spit out

thought it was

not when she was leaving

the ointment. Perhaps it was just her

Tyler wasn’t that kind

what had just

in the

were you even

swab into

disrupted his plans, she felt a pang

to do, I can get out here. You

up for her to see. “Do you think anyone would wait

“Sorry. In that case, let me drink with you to make

eyes. His gaze deepened with interest. “You?