There was a teasing edge to Tyler’s last remark.

Rachel blinked in confusion. “When did she even send me those? I didn’t notice.”

She quickly grabbed her phone and tapped on Cecilia’s name, but before she could open the chat, Tyler snatched it away.

He immediately started deleting the photos one by one.

Rachel instinctively reached out to stop him. “Hey, I haven’t even looked at those yet! Why are you deleting them?”

Tyler simply raised the phone above his head, out of her reach. “What, I’m not enough for you? You still want to look at other guys? You sure play around, don’t you?”

Rachel instantly corrected him, offended.

“What do you mean, I play around? I just wanted to take a look! Everyone likes good-looking things–it’s human nature. And besides, you already looked at them, so why can’t I?”

Tyler suddenly leaned in close, his sharp features inches from her face. His voice was low and husky, almost bubbling with heat.

“Aren’t you satisfied with me? Do you still need to look at others?”

The words dripped with innuendo, and Rachel’s heart pounded. Her ears felt hot.

Why was it that every time Tyler spoke, even when he wasn’t being obvious, it still felt like he was radiating raw masculinity?

And the worst part–she liked it. Some men didn’t even have to try. Just by standing there, they carried that kind of aura that made them dangerously attractive.

Rachel’s heart clenched under his gaze. His dark eyes seemed to hook straight into her soul, and she couldn’t handle it. She quickly turned away.

“Fine, forget it. I won’t look. But Cecilia isn’t that kind of person. She wouldn’t just randomly send me pictures of handsome guys. Let me call her and ask.”

“Not until I’m done deleting,” Tyler said flatly. He was determined to delete them all, operating under the principle of better safe than sorry.

Only after he cleared everything did he hand the phone back.

Rachel immediately dialed Cecilia, who thankfully answered.

“Rachel, I was just about to call you. Why didn’t you pick up earlier? Oh, and by the way, work at my company isn’t too busy right now. I heard Yvette got arrested.”

“Yeah. I called the cops on her. She won’t be getting out anytime soon.”

“Really? That’s great! At least now, she won’t be causing trouble for anyone. She deserves to pay the price for what she did.”

Cecilia’s tone held not a shred of sympathy. She clearly thought Yvette’s downfall was well-deserved.

“Rachel, did you look at the photos I sent you?” she asked suddenly, getting straight to the point.

Rachel froze. She sneaked a glance at Tyler, then stammered out, “Y–Yeah. I saw them.”

“That’s perfect! So, what did you think? Aren’t they all incredibly handsome? Just looking at them makes you feel refreshed, doesn’t it? I handpicked every single one for you.”

Rachel’s voice dropped to a whisper. “What do you mean, handpicked for me?”

She couldn’t help but steal another nervous glance at Tyler, praying Cecilia wouldn’t say something reckless.

'Please, please, just keep it vague. Don’t say anything stupid,' she thought.

But Cecilia only sounded puzzled.

“What do you mean? Of course I handpicked them for you! Look at those guys. Aren’t they amazing? I’m telling you, I can send them over to you, and then you can-”