Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel instinctively glanced over to see who had stopped her. It was Tyler.

She figured it was just a coincidence. Maybe Tyler liked beef too. But the plate was full, and she wasn’t petty enough to fight over food. So Rachel withdrew her fork and generously gave it up to him

Tyler took the slice of beef.

Rachel thought, ‘Okay, that one’s his. Now it’s my turn.‘

Just as she reached out again, Tyler’s fork pressed hers down once more.

This time, Rachel was sure it wasn’t a coincidence. She gave him a strange look. But since she was allergic to beef, she couldn’t exactly ask him if he was doing this on purpose.

She awkwardly pulled away. There was still plenty of beef on the plate. She didn’t believe Tyler would eat it all.

She turned her attention to the other dishes, trying to bide her time.

Meanwhile, Sasha kept throwing Yvette suggestive glances. “Yvette, pour Mr. Hunt a drink. Help him feel welcome.”

Yvette immediately reached for the wineglass in front of her and started pouring for Tyler, but he lifted a hand to stop her. Yvette’s hand froze midair awkwardly.

voice was cold as usual. “No, thanks. I’ll

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plenty of guest rooms. Or if you’re

was afraid Tyler would refuse. In her mind, as long as he drank, the rest of the night would fall into place. After all, she had

don’t drink unless it’s a business

left no room

Yvette exchanged glances. Since he’d made it clear, they

reluctantly put the wineglass back on the

was just about to grab a small

would you mind passing me

up again. “Of course. Mr. Hunt, if you like beef,

her fork and began

“Can I have

momentarily stunned at this, but they

cheerfully, “Of course. Yvette, just pass the

Yvette responded brightly. She placed the entire plate of beef