Chapter 241

Clearly, Tyler didn’t think so. That woman in the red dress last night had been seductive, so much so that even Rachel, as a woman, had to admit she was stunning. Just one look from her was enough to send a jolt of electricity through someone’s body. What man wouldn’t be into that? For all Rachel knew, Tyler had already made plans to see her in private.

Tyler straightened his back. Sensing that Rachel had finished dressing his wound, he reached for the shirt beside him and pulled it on.

“I never said I didn’t like your figure.”

Rachel was already used to his abrupt, half-joking remarks and replied without missing a beat, “Pretty sure you don’t get a say in that.”

Tyler buttoned up his shirt all the way to the top. His voice came out low and steady. “Don’t speak too soon.”

Right now, Rachel had only one thing on her mind: she wanted to get dinner ready for this man. If she timed it right and he was in a good mood after eating, she could slip in her request.

She straightened her clothes and stood up. “Do you have any groceries in your fridge?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t cook often, but the cleaning lady always stocked the fridge with fresh ingredients. It was a strange quirk of his. He didn’t necessarily eat the food, but he liked seeing a fully stocked fridge.

Rachel walked over, opened it, and sure enough, it was packed with ingredients. She picked out a few and headed into the kitchen.

Tyler glanced over at her, watching her tie on an apron and busy herself at the stove. He pulled out his phone and casually snapped a photo of her from behind. He sent it to a group chat.

There were only a few close friends in the group chat. Wallace Peterson quickly responded with a shocked emoji.

[Wait a second. Who’s that girl? She looks very familiar.]

Luke Ashborn also chimed in with a matching shocked emoji.

[Holy crap, Tyler actually sent a message here? And it’s a girl’s photo? This is historic.]

Jason Denzel was equally surprised.

[Whoa! Isn’t she that some-]

Luke: [Dude, fix your sentence before you hit send.]

Jason: [You guys seriously don’t recognize her?]

Luke: [Do you?]

Wallace: [Can’t quite place her, but yeah, she does look like someone we’ve seen before.]

Jason racked his brain for a second. He then quickly typed.

[I got it. Isn’t she from the family that saved Tyler back in the day?]

Luke suddenly remembered, too.

[That girl is Tyler’s–]

But he didn’t finish the rest of the sentence. Everyone in the group knew what he meant.

Jason: [Tsk tsk. So what’s Tyler trying to say here? That he’s got a personal chef now?]

Luke jumped on the bandwagon.

[Ugh, must be nice. Not all of us are lucky enough to have some girl making us dinner.]

Tyler, sprawled on the couch with his legs stretched over the coffee table, responded with his usual arrogance.

[Jealous, huh? Because no one’s cooking for you?]

Jason: [Bet you threatened her into it, didn’t you?]

Luke: [I heard she’s not the easiest girl to tame. Tyler probably used some leverage.]

Wallace sent an emoji with raised eyebrows.

[Wouldn’t be surprised if she’s actually the one setting a trap for him.]

Tyler saw that last message and, almost instinctively, narrowed his eyes and looked at Rachel in the kitchen.