Countdown to My Divorce

Chapter 243

“Didn’t you make this for me? Why are you taking it away now!

Rachel pouted and, as if suddenly realizing something, placed the meatballs hack in front of Tyler. “Oh, I just thought you didn’t

Tyler picked up his fork and started helping himself to the other dies, eating slowly and deliberately. “Rachel, your tricks are

way too obvious.”

Rachel smiled nonchalantly and muttered wider her breath, “It doesn’t matter as long as they work.”

The food was, in fact, pretty good. It wasn’t exactly like the taste li remembered, but it was close.

He took a sip of coffee and casually asked, “Did you ever cook for William?”

“Of course. Did you have to ask?”

As soon as she brought up her past as a pathetic lovelom loser, she wanted to slap herself.

Tyler clicked his tongue twice and set his cup down. “So did you ever learn how to cook just for him?”

Rachel nodded honestly.

I had to make it for him myself. In the beginning, I never got the

the morning to cook porridge and make all

didn’t expect you to be the nurturing type, but Samantha sure has it easier. All she has to do is bat her lashes, pout a little, and call out William’s

His words stung

contrast hit

never let Samantha wake up at five in the morning to

were merciless and always stripped away any illusion.

the brutal truth.

happen if Tyler had kids one day. If one of them came home upset because they’d been bullied at school, the mother

He’d probably throw out something cold like ‘You can’t even handle that? Why

of what Xavier had said. Tyler had been physically punished as

hours.

to being locked up,

she’d hidden inside a closet as she

had panicked. That pitch–black space had

stuck there for two hours. No matter how loudly

she’d had a fear of tight, enclosed spaces. Lock her up, and her mind would

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