Rachel plunged a hand into her pocket, only to find it empty.
“Where’s my phone?” she eximed.
Tyler looked at her with feigned confusion. “Yeah, where’s your phone?”
From Tyler’s tone, Rachel knew that he was fooling her once inore She looked awkwardly at him, feeling that he was ying her like <b>a </b>clown.
Baffled by a riotous mix of chagrin and hrity, she asked, “Mr. Hunt<b>, </b>quit joking around with me at a time like this. Did you find my phone somewhere?”
Tyler decided to call it quits and pulled out a white phone from his pocket, flinging it at her.
Rachel caught it, not missing a beat. She looked down and confirmed that it was indeed her phone.
“Where did you find it?”
Tyler stuck both hands in his pockets and looked behind Rachel<b>, </b>who turned around and looked in the direction of his <b>gaze</b>. Her gazended on Tammy.
She suddenly recalled how she bumped into Tammy after getting changed with Cecilia just now. She thought she had heard something, but she was so busy apologizing to Tammy that she didn’t pay it much attention.
She even took a quick check of the floor, but didn’t see anything.
Rachel checked her phone, worried that someone might have tried unlocking it. Her passcode was simple, six eights.
She didn’t see anything strange.
However, when sheunched her messenger app, she saw a text sent to Tyler, which confused her greatly.
When did she text Tyler?
[Mr. Hunt, pleasee to the forest. I have something to tell you.]
Rachel looked up, the look in her eyes quivering as she rified, “never texted you this.”
“I know. How could you possibly text something like that? You always just call me,” Tyler said with certainty.
Rachel was rather surprised to hear how well Tyler knew her. Indeed, she wasn’t someone to beat around the bush and speak in such a roundabout manner.
It was, however, something that Tammy might do, given her character.
She subconsciously nced at Tammy.
“You mean… Tammy picked up my phone and texted you? What did she tell you, then?”
Tyler pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, tilted his head down<b>, </b>and put it to his lips. He cast Rachel a sideways nce, deliberately keeping her in suspense.
“Do you want to know what she said to me?”
Rachel pursed her lips. “Mr. Hunt, don’t bother trying to keep me in suspense. The way Tammy looked at <b>you </b>when we were ying that game and during lunch was certainly not pure. What else could she say to <b>you</b><b>, </b>aside from confessing her feelings?” Tyler scoffed. “That’s rather observant of you. The cheek of you to im that you don’t have designs on me.‘
Rachel couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. “Anyone with eyes <b>can </b>tell. It’s very obvious with youngdies.”
When a woman likes <b>a </b>man<b>, </b><b>even </b><b>the </b>air around them feels different. <b>It’s </b>a very subtle feeling.
It didn’t take Rachel much to conclude, “You probably rejected her straight away and made her cry.”
Tyler looked up, his jawline sharp, his eyes deep and dark, like a ck hole sucking everything in. “Or do you think it’s a better idea to give her false hope?”
Rachel didn’t approve of the way Tammy went about confessing her feelings to Tyler, but she could understand Tammy.
One in love would find all sorts of ways to get close to his or her object of affection.
Tammy was probably worried that she might get rejected if she texted him using her own number<i>. </i>
“Still, you should at least break it to her nicely. For all you know, she has never been in a rtionship before. Isn’t rejecting her so cruelly dashing all her hopes of romance? You might even make her no longer want to pursue a rtionship in the future,” Rachel lectured.
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