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.

thought about it. You don’t need money, and you don’t need power. The only thing I can give you is

close to her face. His voice sounded

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

hardly be desperate for female attention. Honestly, even if she

a cold aura Rachel felt

in her grave

precious daughter is doing right now, I wonder whether she’d roll

pupils contracted, and her face instantly drained of all

knew how

strike where it hurt the most, and he never missed.

Rachel’s spinning mind snapped back

was too impulsive. I shouldn’t have

offensive to Tyler. It was humiliating

finally softened. The hostility in his gaze melted away, and he went back to his usual

make this clear. What happened today, I can let slide. But I don’t ever want to see you pull

emphasized the last part word