Countdown to My Divorce (Rachel and William) novel Chapter 122

Rachel didn’t bother arguing with Tyler. After all, his appearance had indeed helped her out today.

But she wasn’t naive enough to believe he did it just for her Tyler was the kind of man who lived for himself. He wasn’t exactly the type to go around doing good deeds out of the kindness of his heart.

So she just said plainly, “Thanks for your help today, Mr. Hunt.”

Tyler rubbed his forehead and glanced at her sideways, clearly dissatisfied with the bare minimum of gratitude. “That’s it?”

Rachel’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What else do you want?”

“Shouldn’t a real thank–you come with some action?” He lifted his wrist and checked the time on his watch. ” Perfect timing for a late–night snack. I know a great barbecue place. Let’s go.”

Without waiting for a response, Tyler grabbed Rachel by the wrist and started walking toward his car.

“But I have plans later-”

“Eat first, talk later.”

Rachel hadn’t expected him to be this pushy, but then again, that was just who Tyler was. He did things his own way. Once he decided on something, no one could stop him. He’d always had that kind of attitude.

Before she could resist, he had already ushered her into the passenger seat. She instinctively turned and tried to get back out.

“No, seriously, I—”

Bang.

The car door slammed shut in her face.

Next second, he was in the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life, and the sudden acceleration pushed her back into the seat. Rachel instinctively grabbed the hand rest for support.

Halfway through the drive, as the car finally slowed, she looked around the interior and realized this wasn’t the same limited–edition car Tyler had driven last time.

“Is your other car still not fixed?” she asked without thinking.

“Yeah, it’s still in the shop.”

“I’m really sorry. If it weren’t for me-”

No one had expected Howard to go that insane. He had chased after her and Tyler like a man possessed.

“Well, since you feel so bad, you should treat me to a few more meals,” Tyler said.

He was driving with his usual languid manner. One hand was on the steering wheel, his body leaned comfortably back, and his other elbow rested on the window ledge.

Rachel was starting to think that every time she saw him he always managed to find some excuse to get her to buy him food.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Hunt, does no one else ever invite you to dinner?”

Chapter 122

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Tyler gave her a cold glance. “What do you think?”

Rachel answered honestly. “Then why are you always trying to get me to do it?”

That made Tyler laugh. “Ms. Lloyd, maybe you should do some self–reflection. What else do you have to offer me besides a meal?”

It took her a second to realize what he meant.

Honestly, she didn’t have much else to offer in return for what he’d done for her. A meal was the only thing she could think of.

Still, she wasn’t going to admit that so easily.

“I’m not completely useless, you know.”

“Oh, of course. You’ve got more to offer than just food. You’ve got quick hands too.”

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