Chapter 206

Rachel just found it funny. “I couldn’t afford to do that even if I wanted to.”

Never mind the fact that Tyler clearly came from money; his unpredictable nature alone was enough. Who would dare try to be his sugar mommy? Doing that would be like bringing an untamed beast home. You never knew when it might turn around and bite you.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Rachel turned around and saw Tyler’s assistant, Tim, walk in.

“Mr. Hunt, the things you asked for have been delivered.” Tim set a bag of fresh clothes on the nightstand.

Tyler gestured toward a white box on top. “That’s yours,” he said to Rachel. “Go change in the bathroom. Wash your face while you’re at it. You look awful.”

The first half of that sentence sounded fine, but the second half made Rachel’s brows furrow instantly.

She instinctively raised a hand to her face. “Is it that bad?”

“Go look in the mirror.”

Tyler looked away and slowly started pulling clothes out of the bag.

Rachel didn’t argue. She took the bag into the bathroom and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Covered in smudges and dust, she looked like a beggar off the street.

Perhaps he had a point. She did look pretty awful.

Thankfully, Rachel wasn’t the type to be overly sensitive about things like that.

As she sorted through the clothes, she froze for a second when she spotted the undergarments.

Tyler was surprisingly thoughtful.

The style he’d picked made her cheeks flush. She held up the bra by the straps, giving it a quick once-over.

It had black lace and was semi-sheer, just enough to give off a mysterious vibe.

She pouted.

Who would’ve thought Tyler had this kind of taste? She’d assumed he’d go for something more conservative or traditional. But then again, what man actually liked the serious and proper type?

That was no fun.

Technically, the underwear she’d been wearing was still fine, but she was a bit of a clean freak. She changed into the new set. Surprisingly, it fit her perfectly.

Just thinking about it made Rachel’s ears turn red. It was as if Tyler had seen her naked before.

She suddenly felt completely exposed, as if she had no secrets left in front of him.

The dress, on the other hand, was quite modest, just a regular short-sleeved one.

Rachel was a little confused. Tyler’s taste seemed inconsistent. The inside versus the outside didn’t match. But that wasn’t her problem. Once this was all over, she’d be leaving anyway.

When Rachel walked out, Tim was struggling to help Tyler change. Tyler couldn’t use his hands much, so Tim was trying to pull his T-shirt over his head.

Unfortunately, it had gotten stuck. Even without seeing Tyler’s face, Rachel could feel the cold, irritated energy radiating off him.

Tim was sweating bullets.

Tyler was just about to do it himself when Tim quickly stopped him. “Mr. Hunt, the doctor said you can’t move around like that. If the stitches tear, they’ll have to sew you up again.”

“So you want me to sleep like this tonight?” Tyler’s voice sounded like a warning.

Standing near the bathroom door, Rachel actually shivered a little when she heard him speak. But he looked so ridiculous right now.

Rachel couldn’t help it. She slowly retrieved her phone and snapped a quick photo of him with the shirt tangled over his head.

Tyler had clearly run out of patience. He was grabbing the T-shirt again, ready to yank it down himself, when Rachel quickly stepped forward.