Countdown to My Divorce (Rachel and William) novel Chapter 364

Chapter 364

“Rachel Lloyd, quit looking at me with that interrogative state.”

Rachel, sensing the anger in his voice, immediately knew that her blatant question had crossed a line with hin

He had always been the one questioning others, not the other way round.

As much as she wanted to know the answer to her question, she knew that angering the man before her would nullify all her chances.

She took a deep breath and collected her thoughts, but in place of the calm in her eyes from five years ago was a chill that wasn’t there before.

“May I use your washroom and borrow some clothes? I’d like to get changed out of my wet clothes before we talk.”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed. “You want to talk to me about William?”

Rachel cut straight to the chase. “Yes.”

Tyler pulled out a black shirt from his wardrobe and waved it before Rachel. “With your height, you probably don’t need pants.”

She could probably wear his shirt as a dress.

Rachel pursed her lips at his quip about her height, but she took the shirt anyway. “No need for pants.”

She turned to walk into the washroom, where she found a bath towel and a hand towel. Given how much of a clean freak Tyler was, she guessed that fresh towels were brought in here daily.

Tyler got changed into a fresh set of clothes himself.

Sitting on his chair, he stared hawk–eyed at the washroom, the glass of wine still in his hand.

After so many years, Rachel’s temperament felt completely different. If Tyler cared to admit it, she was rather intimidating when she questioned him earlier.

Though he wasn’t intimidated, it was a clear sign that the Rachel of the past—as docile and meek as a lamb–had changed.

The angel with an edge felt less dull, bearing the promise of interesting times ahead.

Tyler was curious as to what Rachel wanted to talk to him about. What cards did she have in her hand?

Rachel finished washing up and got changed into the clean shirt.

She thought nothing of the shirt–she was simply wearing something she had borrowed from Tyler. It was very baggy for her, and her entire body was practically swimming in it.

However, the hem ended slightly below the top of her thighs, which unintentionally made her look seductive.

Would Tyler think too much if she were to walk out looking like this?

Yet, she couldn’t put her wet clothes back on.

Left with no choice, Rachel bit the bullet and stepped out of the washroom.

Seeing her, Tyler’s gaze darkened.

Her legs were long and svelte, the fairness of her skin tone a glowing contrast to the black shirt. Her hair was bunched up in a claw clip, revealing her delicate facial features.

In the past, there used to be a breathtaking shimmer in her bright eyes and an ethereal elegance about her. Now, they carried an aggressive edge.

Tyler somehow found it strangely cohesive.

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