Countdown to My Divorce

The way Tyler looked at Rachel changed slightly.

Rachel took out the jacket and unfolded it for him to see. She looked like a salesperson pitching her product.

“Look, the material and fabric might not be as good as what you’re used to, but it’s still fine for casual wear,” she said. “And here, there’s an inner pocket, so you can keep something in there you want.”

Tyler didn’t say much. He leaned back like a boss taking his time,stening to Rachel while she presented the features of the jacket.

Probably tired from listening, he took a sip of coffee and let the rich aroma linger in his mouth.

Yale had picked a good coffee this time.

Rachel kept talking enthusiastically, and Tyler just listened quietly as if he was enjoying a story. He didn’t interrupt her and just let her go on.

When Rachel finally finished and saw that Tyler’s expression hadnt changed at all, she couldn’t help but add, “If you don’t like it, I can try another store. If that still doesn’t work, I’ll just wait until your original jacket is ready from the cleaners and bring it to you.”

She knew all too well that there was a huge difference between a custom–made suit and an off–the–rack one. The two weren’t in the same league.

Tyler checked his watch, stood up from his chair, and adjusted his collar. “Leave the jacket. Let’s go eat.”

sigh of relief. As long as Tyler

receptionist came over with a folder in hand. “Mr. Hunt, are you heading

“What is it?”

right now. The place is surrounded by

the rumors about Tyler and Rachel were spreading like

being

Yurelia City, and the media couldn’t find much from

different. She was standing at

that morning, the front desk staff had seen the online comments while

change of heart was faster than flipping a switch, that the person she thought she’d love forever was simply someone she hadn’t outgrown

losing her hearing and nearly dying because of

considered the model couple

the last pair anyone expected to

Tyler. It really would

at Rachel. With his hands in his pockets, he frowned a little. “Looks like your treat’s not happening today. Why don’t we