<b>apter </b><b>138 </b>


    Why was Tyler calling <b>at </b>this hour?


    Rachel took a <b>deep </b>breath. She hesitated before finally sliding her finger across the screen to <b>ept </b><b>the </b><b>call</b>.


    “What is it?<b>” </b>


    “<b>There’s </b>still <b>one </b><b>detail </b>about tomorrow’s team–building event that hasn’t been finalized. Come here for a bit,” Tyler said.


    Rachel frowned. She had been the one who drafted the entire proposal for Oasis, so it wasn’t unreasonable for Tyler to call her. But there was a problem.


    <b>“</b>I’m in the hospital right now.”


    “Oh? What <b>a </b>coincidence. So am I.”


    <b>He </b>still sounded as nonchnt and flippant as ever.


    Rachel was stunned. Were people scheduling joint hospital visits these days?


    She didn’t bother to ask questions. Work came first.


    “I’m at City Hospital, Ward 204”


    “The room next to William’s?” Tyler sounded surprised.


    Rachel felt a little awkward. “Yeah.”


    Tyler couldn’t help butugh.


    “You two are a real piece of work. William’s in the next room fawning over Samantha, while his legally wedded wife’s just left to fend for herself.”


    His words hit like a truck.


    But Rachel was used to it by now. Tyler’s sarcasm didn’t sting much anymore. It was only the truth.


    She changed the subject. “Weren’t youing over to talk about the team–building ns?”


    Knock. Knock.


    Startled, Rachel nearly dropped her phone. She barely caught it in time to avert disaster.


    She took a breath. “Come in.”


    The door opened, and Tyler walked in with an IV drip hanging from his hand.


    Rachel blinked. When he’d said he was in the hospital, she had thought he was just joking. She pointed at the IV drip. “What happened to you?”


    “Allergic reaction,” he said casually.


    Rachel was surprised. “You didn’t know you were allergic to something?”


    “They didn’t tell me.” Tyler walked around the room and came to stand beside her bed. “What about you? Did you have an allergic reaction too?”


    “My stomach is aching.”


    Rachel didn’t bother giving him the details. Tyler never struck her as someone interested in meddling in other people’s personal issues <b>anyway</b>.


    He nced around and noticed there was an empty bed next to hers. Without hesitation, he called someone.


    <b>“</b><b>Hey</b><b>, </b><b>I’m </b>in Ward <b>204. </b>When it’s time <b>to </b>change the IV drip<b>, </b><b>just </b><be </b><b>here</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>


    <b>“</b><b>Yes</b><b>, </b>Mr. Hunt.”


    <b>He </b>hung up and casually flopped down on the empty bed beside Rachel.


    Rachel <b>was </b>startled. Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”


    “Standing’s exhausting. This is morefortable. You’re not seriously going to make a sick man stand while discussing work, are you?”


    She hesitated. William had always suspected her and Tyler, and she used to care mainly because she didn’t want unnecessary


    drama.


    But after what William had done, she didn’t care anymore.


    “Fine.”


    Tyler tried to <b>get </bfortable on the bed, but the IV tubing got tangled around his arm and made it hard to move.


    Rachel saw him struggling. “Let me help.”


    She got off her bed and walked over to him, reaching out to untangle the IV tube. She was shorter than Tyler and had to stand on


    her toes.


    Just as she was adjusting the tubing, she lost her bnce.


    Her eyes went wide in rm<b>, </b>but by the time she realized what was happening, it was toote.


    Tyler only had one hand free, which was holding onto the IV bag. Even if he saw her falling, there was no way he could catch her in time.