Countdown to My Divorce
Her Exit 641
bChapter /bb641 /b
b“/bYale, are you trying to get yourself fired?”
Tyler’s voice was restrained, as if he was about to explode the next second.
Yale shrank his neck at once. “Why don’t we go ask Ms. Lloyd directly about what happened?”
Tyler turned to Xavier. “Mr. Lloyd will be in your care. If anything happens, let me know immediately.”
“Got it.”
After leaving the hospital with Yale, Tyler quickly tracked down the hotel Rachel was staying at.
Rachel was just about to start drafting her fourth proposal when Jerry hurried over.
“Rachel, he’s here!”
“Who’s here?” Rachel never expected it to be Tyler. After all, he seemed so busy these past few days that he barely had time to breathe, let alonee to her.
“Tyler,” Jerry said.
Rachel’s fingers froze on the keyboard. The next second, her pupils dted.
“What did you sayb?!/b”
“I said Tyler’s here. He’s already in the elevator.”
Rachel panicked. “You should’ve told me earlier! Hurry, help me clean this ce up!”
The two of them scrambled around.
“Stuff this into the bag–quick! That can’t be seen by him. Leave that unfinished project, it’s fine.”
Rachel was shoving files around while barking instructions. She knew Tyler’s nature far too well. His
suspicion ran deep–if there was even the tiniest irregrity, he would pick it apart under a magnifying
ss until it wasid bare.
Before they had even finished hiding everything, a knock came at the door.
Rachel’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
“bHurry /bup,” she urged in a whisper.
b“/bI’m hurrying, I’m hurrying,” Jerry muttered, cramming a messy stack of papers under the bed.
The doorbell kept ringing, each press making Rachel tremble harder.
When the room was just barely in orderb, /bshe rushed to the door, hastily fixing her clothes and smoothing her messy hair. She pulled the door open, forcing a smile–only to freeze when she saw Tyler standing
there.
Rachel blinked.
“It’s you.”
Tyler gave her a quick once–over before sliding past her to nce into the room. “I came to check on you
and talk to you about something.”
“What is it?” Rachel brushed her bangs aside nervously. “Go ahead.”
Tyler paused for a second. He suddenly smiled.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?b” /b
Rachelughed stiffly. She was breathing a little too fast. No matter how hard she tried to stayposed,
Tyler could still see the signs.
He brushed a finger across the tip of her nose. It was slick with sweat.
His voice was husky with a hint of teasing in it. “Why so out of breath? Guilty of something?”
“No. We were just working. Come in.”
Rachel instinctively avoided his gaze. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might burst out of
her chest. She had to admit, Tyler’s eyes were far too sharp–one more nce from him and she felt she’d
crumble.
Once Tyler stepped inside, he noticed that someone else was there. A young man, pale–skinned and fresh-
faced, but with a wild, guarded look in his eyes.
The two men locked eyes for a brief moment. Tyler instantly picked up on the unspoken tension.
He smiled slyly.
Rachel rushed to make introductions.
“Jerry, this is Tyler. You’ve heard of him.”
Tyler extended his hand, every movementced with effortless nobility.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Rachel’s boyfriend. You must be the one Yvette bribed five years ago to try and kill herb, /bright?”