bChapter 128 /b

bRachel /bbhad /bno bother /bchoiceb. /bShe couldn’t possibly sleep under a bbridge/bb. /bbShe /bbnced /bat her phone. William still hadn’t bsent /bher a single bmessage/bb. /b

The look he had given her before leaving the barbecue ce was practically burned into her mind. Angerb, /bshock,

disappointment, and countless other emotions were all tangled together.

bEven /bbso/bb, /bshe didn’t feel a shred of guilt. In factb, /bthere was even a faint sense of satisfaction.

It was just a meal with Tylerb, /band he had already reacted like that?

Now she was starting to look forward to seeing William’s face after she left Yurelia City for good. Maybe he’d even thank her for clearing the way so he could be with Samantha.

“It’s fine,” she said.

Tyler stared at her for a few seconds. “Alright then. Get in.”

Rachel got back in, and Tyler drove straight to his apartment.

The moment she stepped inside, the ce felt unfamiliar.

“This doesn’t look like where you brought me thest time.”

Tyler casually tossed his suit jacket onto the couch and replied in a half–serious tone, “Well, that ce waspromised. William already found it, remember?”

His tone was light, almost teasing. The way he said it felt vaguely suggestive.

The idea that flickered through her mind made her cheeks flush and quickly spread to the tips of her ears.

When she came back to her senses, Tyler had alreadye close. The mix of sandalwood and cigarette on him filled her nose. It wasn’t unpleasant. Oddly enough, it was calming.

His lips curled into a smirk as he looked her over with amusement. ‘What’re you blushing for?”

Rachel steadied herself. “Nothing. It’s just a little warm in here.”

She quickly walked a couple of steps away to put some distance between them.

“Don’t you ever open your curtains?”

“It’s too bright. I don’t like it.”

She nced around and noticed something awkward. “Do you only have one bedroom?”

Tyler, now without his jacket, flopped onto the couch without a care. His arm drapedzily over the armrest. “Do I look like someone who shares living space?”

She shouldn’t have asked. She looked at the couch. b“/bI’ll sleep here tonight then.”

“Of course. Or were you hoping I’d take the couch?”

Rachel rolled her eyes. She was used to his sharp tongue by now. He didn’t spare anyone.

When one was in someone else’s home, one had to y nice. “Do you have any extra nkets? Even a throw would be just fine.”

Yeahb, /bthere’s one in the closet upstairs. Help yourself.”

bTyler /bstretched out his long legs and folded his arms bacross /bhis chest. He closed his eyes as if to brest/b.

Rachel didn’t say anything more and headed upstairsb. /bShe opened the bcloset /band pulled bout /bba /bforter.

Just as bshe /bbwas /babout to turn and leave, the hem of her shirt snagged something, pulling it to the floor.

She quickly ced bthe /bforter aside and bent down to pick up what had fallen.

It was ba /bphoto frame.

Normally, it wouldn’t have caught her attention. It was probably a family photo or one with friends.

But when Rachel got a good look at it, she froze.

Gerald was in the frame, and Tyler stood next to him.

Her brows furrowed deeply.

What was the connection between Gerald and Tyler? Why would they have a photo together?

She remembered when Tyler first met her mother, he had said he didn’t have any family.

Hisst name was Hunt, not Lewis.

If there really was some significant connection, William wouldn’t treat him like aplete outsider.

Suddenly, Rachel heard Tyler’s sarcastic voice from behind. “I’m just a myth, Rachel. Don’t get obsessed, especially not with my photo.”