Countdown to My Divorce (Rachel and William) novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363

Rachel gripped Tyler’s jacket tightly, her heart in her throat.

A split second before Samantha opened the wardrobe door, her phone rang. She walked away to answer the call

Rachel silently heaved a sigh of relief.

What on earth was Tyler doing?! Did he deliberately let Samantha in here to find her?

As for Samantha, it turned out to be a call from work.

“Ms. Judd, please hurry back to the office now. The shareholders want to see you.”

Samantha frowned. “What is it about?”

“It’s about the projects that you invested in without their approval. Many partners are asking our company for compensation. If we’re unable to pull out the necessary funds to compensate them, we’ll be in trouble.”

Samantha was frustrated with how things were turning out, but knew she couldn’t push it away. “Got it. I’ll be there soon.”

She hung up and glanced at the wardrobe again, reaching out to open it.

Just then, someone entered the washroom–Tyler. He immediately saw Samantha standing before his wardrobe, her hand on

the handle.

His gaze paused on her hand resting on the wardrobe door.

“Mrs. Lewis,” he said slowly, “my washroom isn’t in my wardrobe.”

Samantha could hear the edge in Tyler’s voice. She hurriedly retracted her hand with a sheepish smile.

“The doors to your wardrobe look pretty sturdy. I’ve been looking around for a new wardrobe, you see.”

Tyler remained silent; he crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the wardrobe, his imposing aura making the temperature around them dip.

Samantha felt a chill down her spine. If she stayed here any longer, she feared Tyler might just throw her out.

With a quick nod, she said, “Please consider what I’ve said earlier. No matter what, we do share a relationship. Please, do give it some thought.”

With that, Samantha brushed past Tyler and left the room.

Upon hearing the main door shut with a thud, Rachel stepped out of the wardrobe. It felt so stuffy inside; her cheeks were flushed from the heat and lack of air. She kept fanning herself to cool down.

After she recovered, she opened the washroom door to peek out and confirm that Samantha had truly left.

She turned back into the room and asked Tyler, “Why did you let Samantha into the room?”

Tyler tutted. “She needed the washroom. I couldn’t stop her, could ?”

“You could just let her go to the washroom outside!”

Rachel’s eyes were red with indignation.

She knew Tyler had a way to deal with Samantha if he wanted to. Yet, he allowed Samantha into his room and exposed her to danger.

Tyler strutted to the window and poured himself a glass of wine. Instead of sipping on it, he swirled it gently. A lazy smile stretched across his face.

“Don’t you think that’d be suspicious? The more I try to stop her from coming upstairs, the more she’ll think you’re upstairs.”

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