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Rachel’s curiosity was thoroughly piqued as her imagination started running wild.

Was Tyler’s relationship with his family similar to her relationship with her family?

It made sense given her background, but not for Tyler. He was, to her knowledge, the only son, and a very outstanding son at that. If she were half as capable as Tyler, her grandfather would probably treat her very differently.

On the way back, Rachel asked him curiously, “How did you know I went out to buy presents for your father? I might be buying things for myself, for all you know.”

She sometimes wondered why Tyler was so observant and accurate in his instincts. She thought she had hidden it so well, but he still saw through her.

Tyler steered the wheel with one hand while retrieving a cigarette from his case with the other. He lowered his head to light a cigarette before leaning his elbow leisurely on the open car window.

His fingers were long and strong, and this detail reiterated to Rachel once more just how flawless he was from head to toe, aside from his temperament.

He really had a chance to strike it out as a hand model.

Tyler scoffed. “Ms. Lloyd, do you really think everyone is as dimwitted as you are?”

Rachel yelled with displeasure, “I’m not dimwitted!”

his nose at her and teased, “Come on, then. Show

blushed and argued, “I’m nowhere close to

with empathy. “Fine, fine. You’re not

than most.”

told herself not to

at Rachel’s way as he drove,

herself a calm and collected person, but the strange thing was, she always

Tyler’s house, it was

period. After the trip to the mall, she felt completely exhausted. Once they walked through the

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step,

something before you

drooped as she said weakly, “I need sleep. I can’t eat anything right

night just yet. She had to coax Tyler to

then, Wanda walked out of the kitchen and immediately noticed how pale