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.”

frowned. A flicker of impatience appeared on his

dare argue. Tyler wasn’t the type who liked drawn–out drama. If she kept

it was best

not when she

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

couldn’t be. Tyler

had just happened

silence in the car started to feel

recalled something and asked, “Why were you even in that neighborhood this

me out for drinks. My night was ruined because of you.” He dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and gently

she felt a pang of guilt.

can get out here. You don’t have to worry about

at his watch. She then held it up for her

let me drink with you to make it up to you. How does that

flickered in Tyler’s eyes. His gaze deepened with interest. “You? Drink