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.

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

thought it

not when she was leaving

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

that couldn’t be. Tyler

must’ve been so shaken by what had just

in the car started to feel

it off, she recalled something and asked, “Why were you even

was ruined because of you.” He dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and gently dabbed it

a pang of guilt. She

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

her to see. “Do you

“Sorry. In that case, let me

eyes. His gaze deepened