Xavier leaned against the edge of the table. “Didn’t you two sign some kind of contract?”

At the mention of the contract, Tyler let out a sarcastic chuckle. He picked up one of Xavier’s pens and twirled it idly with his fingers.

“Do you really think a contract could’ve held her down? If it could, would she have disappeared five years ago?”

Xavier couldn’t help his curiosity. “Where do you think she went during those five years? Even you couldn’t track her down. If it hadn’t been for her father’s illness, we’d probably all assume she died out there somewhere.”

“No, worse. It was like she vanished into thin air.”

Tyler rubbed his temples, frowning. He was puzzled too.

“Didn’t you say you had a few contacts overseas? Check again. There used to be a certain organization, one that signs people under strict NDAs to research or develop special projects or products in total secrecy.”

Xavier’s expression shifted to one of shock.

“You mean Raganor Industries? Tyler, don’t even joke about that. I know Ms. Lloyd was talented when she worked at Lewis Enterprise, but that organization isn’t something just anyone can join.”

Tyler was already thinking back to that Centurion Card Rachel had pulled out at the restaurant today. In all of Yurelia City, he was the only one who had one. Not even William or Howard had it.

Tyler wouldn’t believe for a second that Rachel was just an ordinary person.

He tossed the pen aside and stood up, slipping his hands into his pockets. His casual demeanor returned.

“This time, unless she really can vanish into thin air, she’s not escaping the palm of my hand.”

Xavier smirked. “Good luck with that.”

Even he could tell that Rachel wasn’t the same woman anymore. The look in her eyes had changed. Whatever happened in those years had transformed her.

Back in the ward, just as Tyler walked in, Rachel was stepping out with a basin of water after wiping Jim down.

She stopped short when she saw Tyler, but the water moved faster than she did, sloshing out of the basin and splashing right onto Tyler’s suit jacket.

Rachel froze for a moment, then quickly set the basin down and grabbed some tissues to dab at his jacket.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

Chapter 404

Tyler didn’t stop her. He simply lowered his gaze to her.

“Rachel, do you have a grudge against my clothes?”

Rachel paused. She then remembered that five years ago, she was always borrowing Tyler’s jackets for all sorts of reasons.

She kept dabbing, managing to soak up some of the water, but there was still a large, dark splotch on the fabric. It was unsightly.

After taking a deep breath, she picked up a towel and started wiping again.

“Mr. Hunt, please don’t move.”

As she dabbed at his chest, she couldn’t help but feel his muscles beneath the fabric—firm, solid, and warm.

She had assumed that after five years, Tyler’s skin would’ve aged somewhat like what happened to most people. Yet, his body was still as toned and defined as ever. Every inch of his skin was firm.

“How long are you planning to keep feeling me up?”

Tyler’s voice, cool and low, sounded right above her head.

Rachel snapped out of her daze and quickly retracted her hand. “T–This jacket probably can’t be cleaned properly like this. Mr. Hunt, maybe you should take it off. I’ll send it to the dry cleaners for you.”

Tyler frowned but eventually shrugged out of the jacket and handed it to her, giving her a look as he did.

“You don’t have to do that next time.”

Rachel stiffened slightly as she took the jacket, then looked at him oddly.

“What do you mean by that?”