“If you don’t know how, I can teach you,” Tyler said calmly.


    Rachel’s hand froze mid–air. Sometimes, she genuinely wanted to punch him–or better yet, crack open his skull just to see what the hell was going on in there.


    She rolled her eyes at him. “If you already know how to do it, then why are you asking me?”


    “I don’t feel like moving. My arms are sore,” he replied shamelessly.


    Rachel couldn’t hold back anymore. She reached out and gave his face a hard pinch.


    “Tyler, is your face made of reinforced concrete? How can someone have skin this thick?”


    She had always thought William was shameless, but Tyler? He was on a whole different level. He could handle soft or hard, push or pull. Nothing fazed him. Even if the sky was falling, Tyler always had aeback sharp enough to punch a hole right through it.


    “You could carry a picture of my face around, and people would know it’s me,” he said.


    Rachel nearly choked.


    Now she finally understood why there was that saying in Yurelia City that “You can offend anyone, just not Tyler Hunt.”


    His mouth alone could drive you to madness.


    To stop herself from being further tormented by his words, Rachel gave in and began tying his tie. Tyler was surprisingly cooperative. Although he leaned forward, it was still a bit difficult for her to reach.


    She couldn’t help butin in her head. ‘Why is this man so tall for no reason? He’s way over the average. Was he force–fed growth hormones as a kid?‘


    Seeing her up on tiptoe and tiny sweat beads forming on her forehead, Tyler asked, “Tired?”


    Rachel kept her focus on the tie.


    “Almost done. Just stay still.”


    Suddenly, Tyler reached out and grabbed her waist, lifting her effortlessly and settling her directly on hisp while he sat on the couch.


    “Much easier like this. Go on.”


    Rachel was utterly flustered by the sudden movement. The position she was in–straddling him–made her cheeks flush red again.


    She instinctively tried to get off.


    “Just bear with it a little longer. I’m almost done.


    Things had nearly spiraled out of control earlier, and they had even been interrupted. Worse yet, this whole wall was a floor–to–ceiling window that was fully transparent. They were in an office building. What if someone across the street saw them?


    But Tyler, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, tightened his grip on her waist before she could move.


    “With all this time spent arguing, don’t you think the tie would’ve been done by now, Rachel?”


    She hadn’t known him for very long, but Rachel had already gotten a solid grasp of this man’s stubborn tendencies. There was no escaping him once he decided something.


    So she said nothing, forced herself to ignore her difort, and continued fiddling with the


    tie.


    Tyler rested his warm hand gently against her back, clearly sensing how tense she was.


    The glint in his eyes softened, something gentle flickering in their depths. Rachel’sshes trembled, and in the sunlight, they cast a delicate halo on her skin.


    Tyler’s fingers brushed lightly up her back. The pressure was feather–light–like a tickle–but itpletely threw her off bnce.


    Rachel felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. A jolt of electricity raced through her body.


    Her breathing, which had been steady just moments ago, waspletely undone by Tyler’s presence. But somehow, she managed to finish tying the tie.


    Just as she was about to get off him, Tyler pointed at the cor of her shirt and asked in a teasing voice, “Did I leave that hickey yesterday?”