Countdown to My Divorce

“It’s my dog,” Tyler said confidently without skipping a beat.

William didn’t believe a word of it. He looked doubtfully at Tyler.

“But I heard someone say that he saw with his own eyes Rachel entering your house.”

“He must be seeing things. Probably has something wro

with his vision. Why would Rachel come here?”

Tyler didn’t show any nerves despite being questioned,stead with a lazy, devil–may–care attitude.

The more he acted this way, however, the less William believed him.

“I need the washroom,” William said to Tyler.

He knew that the only washroom in this house was upstairs, in Tyler’s room.

If Rachel really was hiding in Tyler’s house, she would be in the bedroom. Where else would a man and a woman be in the middle of the night?

Without even casting William a glance, Tyler said flatly, “You should know quickly if you need the washroom.”

He yawned twice between turning around and walking upstairs.

ery

that I’m a

had just been treated. Tyler was also fresh out of a shower and claimed to be alone at home. Who was the one who helped him change

Rachel was definitely upstairs!

moment Tyler got on the first step, William followed right behind him

to charge upstairs, Tyler stretched an

aggressive at a speed that shocked William. William froze immediately, unable to move

looked icily

understand what

right into Tyler’s eyes, the air in

have

knocked on

“William, how many people were you intending to

didn’t do anything of

the door!” Tyler said irritably

to who would be here at such a late hour, aside from himself. When

turned

here

worried that you might end up fighting with Mr. Hunt and

of concern.

was already upset by his sudden