Countdown to My Divorce
Her Exit 70
Another woman would have been charmed silly by Tyler’s flirtatious and deep, sensuous voice, but that would never happen with Rachel.
She knew him too well. If she were to fall into his trap, he would certainly mock her. Tyler had a mean streak, and normal people couldn’t afford to mess with him.
Rachel recalled his reply to her today. She held herself up as best as she could and forced a smile. “Didn’t you say that you’re busy?”
Tyler pulled out a cigarette from his case and put it to his lips. “I am busy. I came out to do something and ended up bumping into a pitiful worm.”
Rachel was still having difficulties breathing. Her face was pale, and even her lips had turned white. She smiled self–derisively. “I might need to trouble you to do me a favor and send me to the hospital, Mr. Hunt. Or you could call an ambnce for me. You can just leave me be, even if I lose consciousness.”
She sounded surprisingly calm and collected.
Tyler cast her a casual look. “Are you trying to make me fall into a trap and end up being a target of cyber bullies?”
Rachel pressed her lips together tightly. “I’m not.”
She was in such a pathetic state, she couldn’t plot against Tyler. He was such a smart man, too–she would never be able to make him fall into her trap.
Before she knew it, her knees had turned weak, and her body slumped to the ground.
Tyler quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and stopped her from copsing to the ground.
Rachel struggled to open her eyes and look at Tyler’s chiseled features. He had on a ck outdoor jacket, which added an aggressive edge to him.
Tyler smirked. “Remember, you owe me again.”
He hauled Rachel in his arms, about to put her in the front passenger seat of his car, when Rachel suddenly asked, “Mr. Hunt, I heard that not just anyone can sit in your car?”
Tyler burst outughing. “Yes. What of it? No guts to sit in it?”
“Yes,” Rachel admitted it honestly.
Whether as the employee of Lewis Enterprise or as the wife of William Lewis, it wasn’t appropriate for her to get too involved with Tyler. If rumors were to fly, the Lewis family might cause her trouble.
Tyler went ahead and put Rachel in the front passenger seat, and buckled the seat belt for her.
“I’ll have it retrofitted into an ambnce.”
Rachel thought she was on the verge of death, but she couldn’t hold back herughter when she heard Tyler’s joke.
Rachel knew how fast he was capable of driving and wasn’t surprised when he made it to the hospital in a matter of mere
minutes.
She was diagnosed with a lung infection due to long–term exposure to polluted air, either at work or in her daily life.
The doctor couldn’t stop shaking his head at Rachel’s X–ray. “What’s the matter with you, youngdy? Don’t you know your body?”
Rachel nodded awkwardly. “I do. Thank youb, /bdoctor.”
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b“/bYou do, but you were so careless. Work is nothingpared to your life. This is probably a congenital lung condition. Don’t do this to yourself again next time. It’s too risky.”
The doctor pointed at the infected part of her lung.
“Look here–if the situation remains unchecked, the infection will be more serious. If you get white lungs, you’ll die.”
Rachel was truly frightened. “Is…is it really that bad?”
“I’m a doctor. Why would I scare you for no reason?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” Rachel anxiously exined herself
bChapter /bb71 /b