Chapter 202

Tyler’s attitude made it seem like the kiss didn’t even mean anything, but the black suit he wore added a sense of seriousness to the situation.

Rachel often felt like Tyler had several personalities living inside him. She could never figure out what this man was really thinking.

Under the dim, hazy light above her, Rachel quietly studied him. She knew full well that trying to play mind games with someone like him was basically suicide.

She awkwardly looked away.

“Just take that as me returning the favor. Don’t bring it up again.”

She once again reminded herself that this was the last time they’d see each other. She needed to cut all ties with him.

Tyler looked up. “Giving up that easily?”

Rachel clenched her fists. It somehow felt like she was being challenged. She suddenly turned and looked at him slyly. “What, are you hoping I’ll kiss you?”

Tyler gave her a look that was impossible to read. “Either way works for me.”

Rachel pouted. “Not interested.”

This man acted like he was ready for anything. She bet even if she told him she wanted to sleep with him, he’d just open his arms wide.

By the time they finished drinking, it was three in the morning. Three empty bottles sat on the table in front of Rachel.

She stood up, still swaying and clearly tipsy, and reached out to grab another bottle from the table, only for Tyler to stop her.

“That’s enough.”

The alcohol had gone to her head. She didn’t care what Tyler said. Her mind was spinning like a movie reel, full of memories with William. Everything she’d been suppressing came flooding back in a rush.

With a sudden burst of strength, she snatched the bottle from Tyler’s hand and tilted her head back to down another drink.

Tyler frowned. Based on experience, he knew what came next. She would be a drunken mess.

He rubbed his temples in irritation. As expected, bottling things up too long made people go insane. Was a guy like William really worth this?

The signs couldn’t be more obvious, and yet she had still quit her job to stay at home and play house for him?

What the hell was wrong with her?

Rachel slammed the glass down on the table and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Let’s go.”

She was clearly struggling to stay upright, but she still tried hard to look composed. Tyler could see through her act. He almost laughed. She was already in such a state. Why was she still putting up a front?

Rachel accidentally bumped into someone.

The burly man she jostled turned around, annoyed. He shoved her with one hand. “Are you blind?”

Rachel’s face flushed, and she nearly lost her balance.

Tyler had been right behind her and caught her in time.

Even though she had been yelled at, she still politely said, “Sorry, didn’t mean to.”

But the man clearly wasn’t about to let it go. He grabbed Rachel by the collar and yanked her up.

“You think saying sorry is enough? Do you know how expensive this shirt is? You’re paying for it.”

Before Rachel could respond, a large hand gripped the man’s wrist and stopped him.

When the man looked up, he was met with Tyler’s cold gaze.

The man froze from the pressure.

“Let her go. How much for the shirt? I’ll pay you,” Tyler said.

The man gave Tyler a once-over, quickly realizing he wasn’t dealing with an average guy. His eyes gleamed calculatively.

“Ten thousand.”

Tyler gave a disdainful snort. “That shirt of yours is probably worth three hundred at best. You’re asking for ten grand?”

“So what? If you’re not paying, then neither of you is leaving tonight.”