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.”

It’s annoying.” He frowned. A flicker of impatience appeared on

drama. If she kept insisting, he’d probably

it was best

especially not when she was leaving

held out her hand for him to apply the ointment. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Rachel thought

Tyler

been so shaken by what had just

the silence in the car started to

you

A friend was trying to drag me out for drinks. My night was ruined because of you.” He dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and gently dabbed it on her wound in soft, careful circles.

she’d disrupted his plans, she felt a pang of guilt. She never liked

do, I can get out here. You don’t

held it up for her to see. “Do you think

her gaze. Guilt crept into her voice. “Sorry. In that case, let me

flickered in Tyler’s eyes. His