Rachel was dumbfounded. She glanced at Cecilia and Yale, who both looked equally baffled, and tried to check if she had heard it right.

“Are you being serious?” she asked.

“I didn’t sleep well last night,” Tyler said.

He leaned his elbow against the side of his chiseled jaw. The natural aggression in his features was now muted by his lazy demeanor.

Cecilia turned curiously. “Rachel, why is he asking you to sing?”

Rachel didn’t quite know how to explain. “It’s just…”

“Rachel here signed a contract with me five years ago. She owed me a favor. In the end, she tricked me. Now that she’s back, don’t you think she should fulfill her duty?”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed slightly. He lounged lazily in the backseat. His tone, though casual, carried that same teasing edge that made Rachel’s face instantly flush red.

Truth be told, it was her fault.

Cecilia, who didn’t dare to question Tyler, could only stare at Rachel. “Rachel, what’s going on between you and Mr. Hunt?”

Rachel hesitated. “I’ll explain later.”

“Alright then, sing! I’ve never heard you sing anyway. Let’s consider it a celebration of your victory."

Rachel had no way out of it. After all, the contract did state very clearly that as long as the request was reasonable, she couldn’t say no.

She took a deep breath to steady herself.

“What would you like to hear, Mr. Hunt?”

“Good Luck’s Coming,” Tyler said without missing a beat.

“Pfft!”

Cough, cough, cough!

Cecilia, who had just taken a sip of the water Yale handed her, immediately burst into a coughing fit. Rachel hadn’t even opened her bottle yet.

Cecilia kept coughing violently.

“Sorry,” she gasped between coughs.

Rachel gently patted Cecilia’s back. Her tone was calm and composed. “You’re not used to him yet. Give it time, and you’ll see. He’s always like this.”

He was always picking songs so cheesy and painfully outdated—songs that no one could even think of in their wildest dreams.

Tyler’s voice, which sounded impatient now, could be heard from the back. “Hurry up.”

Rachel gave Yale and Cecilia a helpless smile and a slight nod.

“Please don’t mind me.”

She took a deep breath and started singing. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear enough to fill the car.

“Good luck’s coming, I wish you good luck. Good luck brings joy and love. Good luck’s here, let’s welcome it. May there be prosperity across the lands. Fold a thousand paper cranes, tied to a red ribbon…”

The longer Rachel sang, the more embarrassed she felt.

Before, it was just her and Tyler. She could hide her face in her bag and call it a day. But now, with Yale and Cecilia present, even with her thick skin, it was hard not to feel the secondhand embarrassment.

There were moments that she genuinely felt like Tyler’s personal songstress.

The song only lasted a few minutes, but to Rachel, it felt like an eternity. By the time she finished, her face was completely red.

Yale had just stopped the car at a red light and glanced back at Tyler.

He sounded amazed, but kept his voice soft. “Ms. Lloyd, Mr. Hunt fell asleep.”

Rachel turned around. Tyler was leaning against the window with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

That was when she noticed Tyler’s ridiculously long and curly eyelashes. She couldn’t help but whisper to Yale, “Tyler’s mom must be beautiful.”

Yale nodded. “Yes, she’s stunning. I’ve honestly never met anyone her age who managed to stay that beautiful.”