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.

polite, but his voice was cold as usual. “No, thanks.

”

immediately. “That’s easy to solve. You can just stay over tonight. We’ve got plenty of guest

as long as he drank, the rest of the night would fall into place. After all, she had gotten Jim drunk all those years

I don’t drink unless it’s a

left no room for

exchanged glances. Since he’d made it clear, they couldn’t push it

wineglass back on the

She was just about to grab a small slice of beef when she heard Tyler’s

mind passing me

Tyler spoke to her, her eyes lit up again. “Of course. Mr.

fork and began moving some

I have the whole

was momentarily stunned at

course. Yvette, just pass the whole plate to

placed the entire plate of beef