Countdown to My Divorce

Her Exit 413

Tyler had parked his car at the entrance. He bowed down low, his aura imposing as ever. Rachel could smell the slight scent of tobacco on him, mellowed out by his body heat.

She could hear his voice in her ear, like a breeze brushing past her.

“How about me?”

Rachel thought she must have heard him wrong, or that something had gone wrong with her ears.

Her face froze as she stared at Tyler before stuttering, “What…what did you just say?”

Tyler stared back at Rachel, who looked as though she had seen a ghost or heard something frightening. He retracted his gaze and tapped the car window.

“Nothing. Let’s head down.”

Rachel snapped back to attention when she saw Tyler at the entrance. She unbuckled her seatbelt and walked to him, clearly troubled.

Her mind was filled with what Tyler just said.

How about him?

What did he mean by that?

Rachel didn’t dare to ponder further. In fact, she had never considered that possibility. She and Tyler were from different worlds. What’s more, he didn’t seem to like her very much.

and who he was, he had no lack of women to choose from. Why would he fancy a divorced

quickly

mean it that way. He had always loved teasing her–just like how he teased

the weight

and

Tyler, but upon seeing Rachel, the dog bounded over excitedly to her and leapt up high to rest both paws

couldn’t speak, Rachel could sense

had adopted a dog herself because of Ray. She wondered how

a mental note

head as she asked Tyler, “What

jacket and cast her a

1/2

Chapter 413

+25 BONUS

me to sleep right

of her nose sheepishly. “Not really. You look like you haven’t been sleeping well recently. Perhaps

scoffed. “Are you planning to flee the moment I fall

denied

his jacket on the back of the couch and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his pristine white shirt, revealing

work to clear and will probably be busy till eleven. It’s free–and–easy