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

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

how wrong her words sounded

A man like Tyler could hardly be desperate for female attention. Honestly, even if she threw

off a cold aura Rachel felt a crushing pressure bearing down

in her grave

is doing right now, I wonder

her face instantly drained

always knew how

it hurt the most, and he never

spinning mind snapped

too impulsive.

done wasn’t just offensive to

The hostility in his

again. “But let me make this clear. What happened today, I can let slide. But I don’t ever want to see you pull something like that with any

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