Countdown to My Divorce (Rachel and William) novel Chapter 486

After hearing what Rachel said, Tyler seemed to seriously considerit for a moment before finally agreeing with her point.

“I think you’re right. Who knows? Maybe in the future, I’ll end up with a jealous girl who overthinks everything I say, gets sensitive over my jokes, and throws a fit it I talk to another woman for too long. Yeah, thanks for the heads–up.”

Rachel was caught off guard by his comment. He didn’t even have shadow of a girlfriend yet, and here he was so sure that whoever he ended up with would be the jealous type.

She scoffed at his display of confidence.

“Tyler, aren’t you jumping the gun a bit? For all you know, your future girlfriend could be a submissive lady like Samantha.”

Rachel had actually wanted to say she might even be a total shrew, but then thought better of it.

With someone like Tyler, who was already headstrong, bossy, and domineering, it was hard to imagine him going for an equally aggressive woman.

That kind of match wouldn’t look like a relationship. It’d probably look more like a full–on war.

The more she thought about it, the more Rachel couldn’t help but imagine the scene playing out in her mind.

“A submissive lady, you say?” Tyler murmured, almost to himself or maybe just out loud enough for Rachel to hear.

Rachel didn’t feel like continuing this pointless back–and–forth. “Are you going to sleep now?”

“Yeah, I’m going to take a shower first.” Tyler got up and gave Rachel a pat on the shoulder. “Go get that twisted story of yours ready.”

Rachel didn’t know if it was just her imagination, but that slap on the shoulder felt oddly heavy, almost like it came with a sense of responsibility.

What was going on? Why did it feel like Tyler had this strange interest in twisted stories?

She casually looked some up online and settled on a rough idea. She figured she would just paraphrase the plot of a movie to get it over with.

By the time she was ready, Tyler had already finished his shower and was lying in bed. He had on gray silk pajamas, and just from the sheen of the fabric, Rachel could tell it wasn’t cheap.

He must’ve been waiting for her for a while. He was lying on his side, idly flipping through a magazine. When he heard her footsteps, he looked up and smirked.

“Done cheating?”

Rachel’s eyes twitched. “What do you mean by cheating? I was doing responsible prep work for my assignment.”

“Alright then, Rachel the Responsible. Let’s see your performance.

He patted the empty space on the bed beside him.

Rachel was speechless.

He always gave the illusion of conceding verbally, but mentally, he was running things exactly how he wanted.

She sat down on the bed, took a moment to collect her thoughts, and started her twisted tale.

“There was this man who lived off odd jobs, but he changed jobs constantly. At one place he worked, a murder happened. The police got involved and found out the killer had a thing for dressing all the women he murdered in wedding gowns. He’d also do something to their eyes-

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