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 germaphobe. Go back

the wound and bandage on Tyler’s back, which clearly looked like it 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 out his bandages

Rachel was definitely upstairs!

William followed right behind him and exclaimed, “I

upstairs,

look in Tyler’s eyes instantly turned aggressive at a speed that shocked William.

icily

understand what I said

into Tyler’s eyes, the air

seemed to have reached

someone knocked on

many people were

didn’t do anything of th

said irritably with a wave

here at such a late hour, aside

turned dark with

doing here at such a late

end up fighting with Mr. Hunt and Rachel,” Samantha said with

of concern.

upset by his sudden visit.