Rachel pulled out her phone; after hesitating for a moment, she finally dialed Tyler’s number.
Tyler was surprised to hear from her. “Why are you calling me at this time?”
Rachel took a deep breath, feeling a guilty conscience.
However, the thought of being able to fetch her mother’s tombstone back to the Lloyd family cemetery once she successfully persuaded Tyler made her bite the bullet. She had no choice but to let Tyler down for now.
“I’m done here. I’d like to return your clothes and treat you to a meal to thank you.”
Tyler pondered for a moment before asking, “You’re going to treat me? When?”
Rachel was so worried that Tyler might sense something amiss that she didn’t notice something was off with Tyler.
She thought of the best time for them to meet. “How about tomorrow? If you have time.”
It would be troublesome if Tyler could only meet two days later. She would be gone by then.
She had to swiftly settle this once and for all while she was still here.
Tyler agreed readily. “Alright, tomorrow it’ll be. But why do you have the time to treat me to a meal?”
Rachel was stunned by Tyler’s question.
Thankfully, she managed to snap back to attention and quickly replied to him, “You know how much I hate owing people favors, It’s fine.”
Rachel wished she could meet Tyler today and fulfil her mother’s wish.
However, given how sharp and observant Tyler was, insisting on giving him a treat tonight would surely expose her ulterior motive.
She decided to propose to meet tomorrow, just in case.
Tyler remarked lazily, “Why would I reject a treat?”
Rachel heaved a sigh of relief. “We’ll meet tomorrow afternoon, then. Pick a place and text me.”
“Okay.”
Tyler hung up.
Rachel held her phone in her hands and sat in a daze. She could almost feel her heart in her throat.
It was difficult having a guilty conscience indeed, unless you had a strong heart.
She was intending to settle dinner at a restaurant, but the thought of William rushing to the hospital to look for her was enough for her to conclude that William wouldn’t spare her if she did not return home tonight.
She put on a hat and a mask, and hailed a taxi home.
Thankfully, the driver looked rather advanced in years and didn’t seem to be updated about things on the internet. He didn’t even bother looking, at Rachel,
Rachel’s phone buzzed again. She had switched it to silent mode.
Ever since things between her and Tyler exploded online, her phone had been buzzing nonstop, receiving calls from countless unknown numbers.
It was William calling.
Chapter 224
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