Chapter 125
Rachel was momentarily stunned by how fast Tyler took off his jacket.
Seeing her still frozen, Tyler lifted the jacket closer to her. “What are you spacing out for? Take it. My arm’s getting sore.”
Rachel finally snapped out of it and reached to take the jacket. She muttered under her breath,
“Your arm’s sore from handing over a jacket? What a weakling.”
“Am I weak? Are you sure about that?” Tyler sipped from his glass. He looked completely calm.
Rachel rolled her eyes. “You should be glad I wasn’t drinking water just now, or your shirt would’ve been next.”
“No big deal. Worst case, I’ll take this one off and give it to you too.
He looked totally unfazed.
Rachel immediately conjured up the memory of Tyler in the bathtub that day, with only a towel around his waist, his toned upper body and his abs-
Her face turned red, and her breathing suddenly became heavy. She forced herself to snap out of it.
“No need. Just stop talking.” She was really worried he’d throw out another wild comment.
Right then, the owner brought over the grilled skewers. “Enjoy your meal.”
Tyler glanced over. “I don’t eat cilantro.”
The owner was speechless.
Rachel could tell from Tyler’s look that he was expecting the owner to pick out the cilantro for him, but the poor man clearly didn’t have the time for that. The two of them just stared at each other in silence.
Finally, Rachel stepped in.
“Don’t worry about it, sir. We’ve got it.”
“Alright then, enjoy,” the owner said before walking off, though he cast another strange glance at Tyler on his way.
Rachel slumped slightly and started using her fork to pick out the bits of cilantro from the skewers.
Tyler didn’t rush her. He rested his chin on his hand, his elbow on the table, and watched her leisurely.
“Shouldn’t you do something about your face-”
“Rachel?” A shrill female voice rang out.
Rachel’s hand froze mid–air. She was still holding a piece of cilantro. She looked up instinctively, only to see William and Samantha standing right at their table.
When William saw Tyler, his expression immediately darkened. “Mr. Hunt?”
Samantha let out a short, mocking laugh. “Rachel, did you invite Mr. Hunt out to celebrate after he signed with Lewis Enterprise?” Then, as if to herself, she added, “But didn’t William and I already say we’d bring some food back for you? We came all this way, and you still-”
William’s expression turned cold. His gaze was harsh, and he sounded completely displeased. “If you’d said so earlier, we wouldn’t have made this trip for nothing.”
Right then, the owner came over with their takeaway. “Sir, here’s your order.”
“Forget it.” William swatted the bag away with a scowl, sending skewers scattering across the floor.
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He turned without another word and walked straight out of the restaurant.
“William-“Samantha called out. She looked back at Rachel. When she spoke her tone was clearly accusatory. “Rachel, that was really low of you. If you wanted to have dinner with Mr. Hunt, you could’ve just said so. Why make us come out here for nothing?
With that, she stomped off after William, fuming.
Rachel sat there. She was still stunned. Their voices still echoed in her ears, but her brain hadn’t quite caught up.
“Aren’t you going after them to explain?” Tyler asked.