Chapter 718

Tyler would be the one suffering if this deal fell through!

Anne gave Rachel a small smile. “I won’t. I know him, he was just joking. Please don’t mind it, Ms. Lloyd. But I’m still very interested in the proposal. I was just wondering if I could have a drink or two with you, Mr. Hunt. We could dive deeper into the details there.”

“I might not be able to-”

“Sure, Ms. Charlton. It’s quiet in the bar, very conducive to our discussions. It is rather hot here in the afternoon, and quite distracting for us to be talking about work. Don’t worry, I’ll go look for a bar nearby with a good environment for you two. Leave the arrangements to me.”

Anne looked at Tyler and Rachel, clearly overjoyed. “Really? Can we do that?”

“No-”

“Of course, we can! Ms. Charlton, leave this to me.”

Anne gave Rachel a knowing look. “Thank you in advance, Ms. Lloyd.”

“No problem. I’ll take care of this,” Rachel said as she patted her chest confidently.

Tyler sat right there, his face dark with displeasure. All of a sudden, he lost all of his appetite.

Anne enthusiastically spooned some food onto Rachel’s plate. “Here, Ms. Lloyd, try some crab. I heard that this restaurant is well–known for this dish.”

“Thank you, Ms. Charlton.” Rachel nodded in appreciation at the food.

Yet, Anne noticed that Rachel didn’t touch the crab on her plate. She probed, “Ms Lloyd, why aren’t you eating? Trust me, the crab here is superb.”

Rachel didn’t want to disappoint Anne’s kind intentions. She could tell that Anne really liked Tyler, and no woman would like to be embarrassed or get rejected in front of a man they fancy.

Rachel picked up her spoon to give it a try. One mouthful wouldn’t hurt, she surmised.

Suddenly, Tyler reached out to press her spoon down. Rachel turned to look at him, her eyes asking him what he was doing.

Tyler said seriously to Anne, “She’s allergic to crab and shellfish.”

The smile on Anne’s face stiffened. “Oh, I see. I was wondering why Ms. Lloyd wasn’t eating. It’s fine, you could have told me straight that you’re allergic to seafood, Ms. Lloyd.”

“Pardon me for disappointing you, Ms. Charlton,” Rachel said with an awkward smile.

“It’s fine. But Ms. Lloyd, it seems like Mr. Hunt cares very much for his subordinate. He even knows so clearly what you’re allergic to.”

Her remark brought a subtle change to the atmosphere.

Yale felt as though he was invisible, sitting at the side with no opportunity to speak up.

Tyler scooped the crab from Rachel’s plate and put it in his own bowl without any hesitation. She kept shooting him looks, but he refused to receive her hints. She wasn’t sure if he was pretending not to notice, or if he really didn’t see them.

Anne said nothing at Tyler’s lack of response, although she knew that stood in stark contrast to his usual style of doing things.

She blatantly asked Tyler, “Do you and Ms. Lloyd only share a superior and subordinate relationship? Why do I feel like you two are very close?”

Tyler looked lazily at Anne. “What are you trying to say?”