Tyler’s fingertips brushed against the undone buttons of Rachel’siri. His touch barely grazed her skin, in even that felt like a Jolt of electricity numing through her entire body.
The contact she expected never caine,
Rachel nced down and saw that Tyler was buttoning her shirt kup, one button at a time.
She looked at him in confusion. When she finally opened her mouth, her lips were trembling slightly.
“What are you doing?” she asked
Tyler shot her a sideways nce. His usual nonchnt expression waspletely gone. What reced it was a chilling. piercing cold “What do you think you’re doing?” he countered.
Rachel’s mind went nk. “I just thought that if you didn’t mind at I’m married, you—”
“Oh, so you do remember that you’re married.” His tone was scating
Rachel frowned. Her thoughts were a mess. What did he want from her? She waspletely thrown off
Rachel decided to speak her mind.
“I thought about it. You don’t need money, and you don’t need power. The only thing I <b>can </b>give you is this.”
Tyler slid his hands into his trouser pockets and leaned down close to her face. His voice sounded nonchnt, but somehow it still gave her the tingles. “So what, you think I’m desperate for a woman<b>?</b>”
Rachel suddenly realized how wrong her words sounded “No, I didn’t mean it like <b>that</b>.”
It was true. A man like Tyler could hardly be <b>desperate </b>for female attention. Honestly, even if she threw herself at him, he probably wouldn’t even bat <b>an </b>eye.
Tyler frowned. He gave off a cold aura Rachel felt a crushing pressure bearing down on her.
in her grave
“Rachel, if your mother found out what her precious daughter is doing right now, I wonder whether she’d roll over in
Rachel’s pupils contracted, <b>and </b>her face instantly drained of all color.
Tyler always knew how t
to strike where it hurt the most, and he never missed. His words didn’t just sting. They gutted her.
At that moment, <b>Rachel’s </b>spinning mind snapped back <b>into </b>rity.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hunt. I was too impulsive. I shouldn’t have done that.”
<b>What </b>she’d done wasn’t just offensive to Tyler. It was humiliating for herself.
Seeing her return to her senses, Tyler’s sharpness finally softened. The hostility in his gaze melted away, and he went back to his usual careless self.
“Knowing you’re wrong <b>and </b>correcting it, that’s good,” he said casually. Then, after a pause, his tone turned serious again. “But let me make this clear. What happened today, <b>I </b><b>can </b>let slide. But I don’t ever want to see you pull something like that with any other man, including William.”
He emphasized thest part word by word.
Rachel didn’t fully understand why Tyler was making that kind of demand, but since she still needed his help, she bit her tongue. He was the boss now.
“Alright,” she answered.
Tyler finally looked satisfied. “If you don’t mind, go make me a cup of coffee. The machine’s in the kitchen.”
The sudden shift in topic caught Rachel <b>off </b>guard, but he hadn’t t–out rejected her request. Did that mean there was still <b>room </b>to turn things around?
It <b>was </b>only a cup of coffee.
Honestly, if that’s all it took, she’d be happy to brew coffee for him all afternoon.
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