Countdown to My Divorce (Rachel and William) novel Chapter 391

Rachel was dumbfounded. She glanced at Cecilia and Yale, who both looked equally baffled, and tried to check if she had heard it right.

“Are you being serious?” she asked.

“I didn’t sleep well last night,” Tyler said.

He leaned his elbow against the side of his chiseled jaw. The natural aggression in his features was now muted by his lazy demeanor.

Cecilia turned curiously. “Rachel, why is he asking you to sing?”

Rachel didn’t quite know how to explain. “It’s just”

“Rachel here signed a contract with me five years ago. She owed me a favor. In the end, she tricked me. Now that she’s back, don’t you think she should fulfill her duty?”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed slightly. He lounged lazily in the backseat. His tone, though casual, carried that same teasing edge that made Rachel’s face instantly flush red.

Truth be told, it was her fault.

Cecilia, who didn’t dare to question Tyler, could only stare at Rachel. “Rachel, what’s going on between you and Mr. Hunt?”

Rachel hesitated. “I’ll explain later.”

“Alright then, sing! I’ve never heard you sing anyway. Let’s consider it a celebration of your victory.

Rachel had no way out of it. After all, the contract did state very clearly that as long as the request was reasonable, she couldn’t say no.

She took a deep breath to steady herself.

“What would you like to hear, Mr. Hunt?”

“Good Luck’s Coming,” Tyler said without missing a beat.

“Pfft!”

Cough, cough, cough!

Cecilia, who had just taken a sip of the water Yale handed her, immediately burst into a coughing fit. Rachel hadn’t even opened her bottle yet.

Cecilia kept coughing violently.

“Sorry,” she gasped between coughs.

Rachel gently patted Cecilia’s back. Her tone was calm and composed. “You’re not used to him yet. Give it time, and you’ll see. He’s always like this.”

Chapter 391

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He was always picking songs so cheesy and painfully outdated—songs that no one could even think of in their wildest dreams.

Tyler’s voice, which sounded impatient now, could be heard from the back. “Hurry up.”

Rachel gave Yale and Cecilia a helpless smile and a slight snod.

“Please don’t mind me.”

She took a deep breath and started singing. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear enough to fill the

car.

“Good luck’s coming, I wish you good luck. Good luck brings joy and love. Good luck’s here, let’s welcome it. May there be prosperity across the lands. Fold a thousand paper cranes, tied to a red ribbon…”

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