“There’s nothing to explain,” Rachel said calmly.

She knew very well that after what Samantha had just said, there was no way William would believe her. If she ran after them now, it would only make her look guilty.

The more she thought about it, the funnier it seemed.

Did William really think he and Samantha were innocent?

She suddenly had a question on her mind, but at this moment, Tyler was the only one she could ask.

“Can I ask you something?”

Tyler, probably finding it inconvenient to eat with his sleeves down, slowly rolled them up, revealing a portion of his toned forearms. Under the overhead light, his hands looked even fairer and more slender.

Rachel swallowed hard. What was going on with her brain lately? Why was she suddenly finding Tyler’s hands attractive? Was it just because she hadn’t done that in a while?

She shook her head and forced the inappropriate thoughts out of her mind.

Tyler picked up a beef skewer. Even the way he ate looked mesmerizing to her.

“Ask away.”

Rachel asked, “Are all men like this, expecting double standards, like they can do whatever they want but won’t allow their partner to do the same?”

“I don’t know about others, but I’m not like that,” Tyler replied. He glanced over the table. There was only plain water. Probably unsatisfied, he got up and grabbed a drink from the nearby fridge. Turning his head politely, he asked Rachel, “Want one?”

“Sure.”

He came back holding two bottles and handed one to her.

Rachel looked at him curiously. “So what are you like then?”

Tyler raised an eyebrow and glanced at her. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yeah.”

She was genuinely curious about how someone like Tyler, who always gave off this wild, untamable vibe, approached relationships.

He opened the bottle, but instead of drinking from it directly, he poured the drink into a glass elegantly.

“When I’m in love, I only love one person. I won’t split my attention. If one day she falls for someone else, she can tell me. I’ll let her go. But betrayal? That I won’t tolerate.”

Rachel liked that perspective. Actually, she liked it a lot. She was like that too.

If she liked someone, she gave it her all. If the relationship ended, she wouldn’t cling or beg.

But someone like William, who was still with her in body but not in heart, felt insulting to be with. She wasn’t someone who couldn’t take a loss.

At that moment, she felt like she’d found someone who understood.

She raised her glass to Tyler. “Didn’t expect you to be the devoted type.”

Tyler lifted his own glass and lightly tapped it against hers, producing a crisp clink.

His dark eyes swept over her with an unreadable look.

“Do I really look like a player to you?”

“Uhh, not that much. Just a little bit.” Rachel hunched and her voice got increasingly softer.

Tyler smiled roguishly. “What do you mean by not that much? You clearly have a bias against me.”

“Nope,” Rachel immediately denied. She wouldn’t ever admit it.

Tyler didn’t argue. Instead, he merely said, “You’ll find out eventually.”

‘Find out what?‘

Before Rachel could even begin to unpack that cryptic sentence, Tyler had already moved on to the next topic.

“The media’s been speculating lately that there’s tension between our company and Lewis Enterprise. I discussed it with William the other day.

“We’re organizing a team–building event the day after tomorrow. It’s to ease suspicion from the media and help the project move forward more smoothly.”