Countdown to My Divorce

Tyler’s fingertips brushed against the undone buttons of Rachel’siri. His touch barely grazed her skin, in even that felt like a Jolt of electricity numing through her entire body.

The contact she expected never caine,

Rachel glanced down and saw that Tyler was buttoning her shirt kup, one button at a time.

She looked at him in confusion. When she finally opened her mouth, her lips were trembling slightly.

“What are you doing?” she asked

Tyler shot her a sideways glance. His usual nonchalant expression was completely gone. What replaced it was a chilling. piercing cold “What do you think you’re doing?” he countered.

Rachel’s mind went blank. “I just thought that if you didn’t mind at I’m married, you—”

“Oh, so you do remember that you’re married.” His tone was scating

Rachel frowned. Her thoughts were a mess. What did he want from her? She was completely thrown off

Rachel decided to speak her mind.

you don’t need power. The only thing I can give you

and leaned down close to her face. His voice sounded nonchalant, but somehow it still gave her the

how wrong her words sounded “No, I didn’t

Honestly, even if she

off a cold aura Rachel

in her grave

your mother found out what her precious daughter is

and her face instantly drained of

knew how

where it hurt the most, and he never missed. His words didn’t

moment, Rachel’s spinning mind snapped back

Hunt. I was too impulsive.

wasn’t just offensive to Tyler.

her senses, Tyler’s sharpness finally softened. The hostility in his gaze melted away, and he went

this clear.

the last