Chapter 35

Rachel figured that once she had set everything in motion, she would just leave and let them deal with the fallout. Whatever they said afterward was their problem, not hers.

“Alright, I’ll agree,” Tyler said, “but only because of your mom.”

He stood from the steps.

Rachel watched his back. “I’ll come by tomorrow to discuss the details.”

Tyler paused, his hands in his pockets, and glanced at her over his shoulder.

“You’re really eager to start a rumor with me, aren’t you? Should I invite the press tomorrow, hold a little press conference, and have William come by to see how his wife teamed up with his competitor to trap him?”

Rachel’s forehead creased. How many women had chased after him for him to be so full of himself? She had no choice but to play along with him.

“I’ll wait for your call. You can set the time and place.”

Tyler smiled, clearly pleased with her response. “Now that’s more like it.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. He could have just told her what he wanted instead of making it sound so dramatic. It wasn’t like him to be so roundabout.

Still, the situation had taken an unexpected turn. She had thought it was a lost cause, especially since Tyler hadn’t stopped her when she left LS Enterprise yesterday.

Thank goodness this was the only project they were working on together. Once it was over, they would never have to see each other again—because if they did, Rachel was fairly sure Tyler would drive her mad, what with him stringing her along like a puppet.

They left the cemetery. Rachel tried to call a cab, but her phone didn’t respond for a long time.

At this time, it was a bit difficult to get a ride from the cemetery. Usually, William would’ve been with her, but this was the first time she had come alone, and it was late. No driver wanted to come to such a remote place.

Rachel hesitated, wondering if she should ask Tyler for help. Any other guy might have been a gentleman and offered her a ride, but Tyler didn’t even spare her a glance.

She clenched her fingers, deciding she would have to take matters into her own hands.

“Mr. Hunt, could I catch a ride with you? I can’t get a cab right now!”

Tyler’s fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel as he leaned back in his seat, looking at her with a teasing smile.

“You want me to be your chauffeur, princess?”

Rachel’s head throbbed. This guy was impossible to deal with! He called her a princess, but she felt he was acting like one.

But she needed his help, so she had to keep it together. She forced a smile, trying to keep things civil. “I’ll pay you.”

Tyler rested his elbow lazily on the window, propping up his head. “Are you really that rich?”

Rachel furrowed her brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Last time, you said you wanted to sleep with me. Just as generous today, huh?”

Tyler’s tone was playful, a mix of teasing and mischief.

The mention of their previous conversation embarrassed Rachel deeply. She bit her lip, and the tips of her ears quickly turned red.

“That was a desperate situation,” she whispered. “I’d appreciate it if you just forgot it.”

“Or maybe you could give me some hush money?” Tyler pulled out a cigarette from his pack, his gaze lingering on her flushed face as he smirked.

Rachel took a deep breath. “Mr. Hunt, are you really that desperate for money?”

“Yeah, I’m so broke,” he said, dragging out his words, clearly unconcerned about how he looked.

Rachel struggled to keep up with his banter. A little irritated, she snapped back, “If you don’t want to give me a ride, you can just say so. No need for all the games.”

She turned to walk away, but Tyler grabbed her wrist and held her in place.

“Don’t be so stingy. I’m just joking around. I really don’t know how that blockhead William managed to win you over.”

Rachel froze, instinctively turning to him.

“Are you close with William?”