Chapter 561

+15 BONUS

Rachel’s hand froze in mid-air; her face froze as well.

Then, she flung a broccoli at Tyler.

“Listen to yourself talk nonsense again!”

Tyler continued teasing her, “It’s fine if your right hand is sore. You still have your left hand. But Ms. Lloyd, your hand can certainly afford to move a little faster. It’s too slow, really.”

Rachel felt her cheeks burning.

Tyler must be mad, she was sure of it.

What if Wanda could understand his innuendoes? She would be thoroughly embarrassed if she did.

Rachel snuck a peek at Wanda, who was smiling gleefully back at her.

She hurriedly explained, “Wanda, we were playing a game just now, and it had to do with how fast we could move our hands. You know that typing game, where players compete to see how fast they can type something? It really helps with increasing work efficiency, you see.”

Rachel didn’t know if Wanda understood what she was trying to say, but she gave her and Tyler a meaningful look.

“I know you youngsters love playing games when you’re bored. I can fully understand that.”

Rachel was aghast at Wanda’s remark. “Wanda, it’s not the kind of games you have in mind. It’s really…”

“Ms. Lloyd, the food’s getting cold. Do tuck in,” Wanda interrupted her mid-sentence with a smile before gesturing at the food on the table, urging Rachel to eat.

Rachel pouted and picked up her spoon to continue with her meal.

Tyler chimed in, “You’re only making matters worse.”

Rachel stomped Tyler’s foot below the table out of spite. “It’s all your fault.”

Tyler hissed with pain, his brows furrowing.

The entire meal felt so awkward for Rachel; the only thing that brought her comfort was how delicious Wanda’s cooking was.

The moment Tyler was done with his meal, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen before answering the call with a disinterested voice.

“What do you want…”

Rachel could immediately tell from Tyler’s tone that it was Thomas on the line. He was probably standing up for William, whom Tyler beat up.

Thomas’ voice was stern and solemn, his words filled with accusation.

“Tyler! Even if you don’t want to come home, don’t forget that the blood of the Lewis family flows in your veins. That’s something you can never change! You dislocated William’s arm for the sake of that woman, and he’s in the hospital right now! Shouldn’t you pay him a visit?”

Tyler scoffed.

“I warned him not to be disrespectful to his aunt, but he refused to listen to me. What could I do? Isn’t it completely reasonable for an uncle to teach his nephew a lesson?”

The fact remained that Tyler was William’s uncle.

Thomas said indignantly, “That doesn’t mean you can hit him. At the end of the day, he’s still your nephew and you’re his uncle.”

Tyler laughed out loud, as though he had heard the funniest thing. “In that case, do you expect me to just be a coward and take it lying down whenever someone insults my wife? I won’t be able to do that.”

“You can always talk things through. You have to be understanding of William. Rachel used to be his wife, and now she’s your girlfriend. Anyone would feel terrible in his shoes.”

Thomas knew clashing head-on with Tyler would never work, given his temperament, and had to use an iron hand in a velvet glove. He was trying hard to keep his temper in check.

Tyler sneered.

“Could you really blame me for that? Was I the one who made William divorce Rachel? Was I the one who reunited him with Samantha and made them have an affair? Old man, why are you becoming duller in the head with age?”