<b>“</b>It’s my dog,” Tyler said confidently without skipping a beat.


    William didn’t believe a word of it. He looked doubtfully at Tyler.


    “But I heard someone say that he saw with his own eyes Rachel entering your house.”


    “He must be seeing things. Probably has something wro


    with his vision. Why would Rachele here?”


    Tyler didn’t show any nerves despite being questioned,stead with azy, devil–may–care attitude.


    The more he acted this way, however, the less William believed him.


    “I need the washroom,” William said to Tyler.


    He knew that the only washroom in this house was upstairs, in Tyler’s room.


    If Rachel really was hiding in Tyler’s house, she would be in the bedroom. Where else would a man and a woman be in the middle of the night?


    Without even casting William a nce, Tyler said tly, “You should know quickly if you need the washroom.”


    He yawned twice between turning around and walking upstairs.


    ery


    well that I’m a germaphobe. Go back home


    William saw the wound and bandage on Tyler’s back, which clearly looked like it had just been treated. Tyler was also fresh out of a shower and imed to be alone at home. Who was the one who helped him change out his bandages and treat his wound?


    Rachel was definitely upstairs!


    The moment Tyler got on the first step, William followed right behind him and eximed, “<b>I </b>can’t hold it in any longer!”


    Just as William was about to charge upstairs, Tyler stretched an arm out to stop him.


    Thezy look in Tyler’s eyes instantly turned aggressive at a speed that shocked William. William froze immediately, unable to move an inch.


    Tyler looked icily at William.


    “Did you not understand what I said just now?”


    William looked right into Tyler’s eyes, the air in the room tense.


    Things seemed to have reached a stalemate-


    1 someone knocked on the doo


    Tyler’s brows furrowed, displeasure thick in his voice. “William, how many people were you intending to bring to my house today?”


    Confused, William retorted, “I didn’t do anything of th sort.”


    “Go open the door!” Tyler said irritably with a wave hand.


    William was equally curious as to who would be here at such ate hour, aside from himself. When he opened the door, he saw that it was Samantha.


    His <b>face </b>turned dark with anger.


    “What are you doing here at such ate hour?”


    “I came to check things out. I was worried that you might end up fighting with Mr. Hunt and Rachel,” Samantha said with a look


    <b>of </b>concern.


    William knew Tyler was already upset by his sudden visit. Now, with Samantha to top things off…


    Tyler valued his privacy greatly; he hated having people unimportant to him at his house.


    William stopped Samantha from entering the house, for fear that she might really anger Tyler.


    “Go back home. I’ll settle things here.”


    “But…” Samantha whispered meekly, “The driver left, and it’s hard to get a taxi here.”


    She added, “It’s alright. We’re just here to bring Rachel back. We’ll leave right after we get her. I’ll go in and exin things to Mr. Hunt.”


    Before William snapped back to attention, Samantha brushed past him and walked into the hall.


    She stood before Tyler and said politely, “Mr. Hunt, we’re here to bring Rachel back home. She’s upstairs, isn’t she? I’ll go up and call for her.”


    Then, she started heading for the stairs.


    Tyler furrowed his brows; he was about to step forward and reach out for Samantha when she spoke.


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