Countdown to My Divorce (Rachel and William) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

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The drug Rachel had been given was a different one. It was banned substance that couldn’t be bought from proper channels, clearly something prohibited by law.

However, Tyler would have no problems resisting the effects of ordinary aphrodisiacs by willpower alone, albeit a very tough process.

“You…”

Rachel walked back to the washroom with the phone in hand and saw Tyler with his shirt completely unbuttoned.

His chest muscles were exposed right before her, and the mere sight made her blush. Her legs were rooted to the ground, unable to move an inch

When he heard no response over the phone, Xavier called out to Rachel, “Ms. Lloyd?”

“Oh, I’m still here. He looks slightly pained, but not too bad”

“You have to help him get some relief, or the drug effects will only accumulate inside his body and, in the worst case scenario, he might die from it,” Xavier said.

“D–Die from it?” Rachel’s face turned pale.

When she had been drugged, she did feel as though she was on the verge of death. The torment of being burned alive by desire was so grating, she couldn’t bear to even think back on it.

“What…what should we do? Is there any other way aside from actually doing the deed?”

She was still William’s wife. How could she….

If she were single, she probably wouldn’t flinch at the idea, Tyler had saved her before, after all. Plus, he wasn’t bad to look at, which would certainly make it a breeze for her.

Xavier quickly gave her a suggestion. “You can do it by hand”

Sweat beaded on Rachel’s brows. “By hand?”

“That’s the only way. Ms. Lloyd, you know you won’t be able to run if anything were to happen to Mr. Hunt, Alright, I’ll leave it up to you. I have something to attend to here. Now, goodbye.”

With that, Xavier hung up.

Rachel heard the beeping from the phone and felt as though the sky was falling.

This meant that she was Tyler’s only antidote. She was the only one who could help him.

e put her phone down and approached Tyler, feeling as though she were staring death in the face. She took deep breath, and told herself that it was nothing more than just giving him a massage.

Many massage parlours offered such a service. She would just treat him as an object and get it done with her eyes shut. That would certainly be way better than sleeping with him, anyway,

Rachel crouched down low and saw Tyler leaning against the bathtub, his eyes half–closed, the muscles in his jaw tensed, and his brows furrowed.

Just from mere sight, she could feel just how much torture Tyler was in.

A tinge of guilt rose from her chest. Ultimately, he was in this plight because of her. If she hadn’t brought Yvette here, Tyler wouldn’t have taken that wine. The worst thing was, she was the one who handed it to him.

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