Seeing my eyes reddened, Rachel instinctively took out a cigarette and lit it—then suddenly remembered she was pregnant. Flustered, she hurried away to extinguish it.
Tyler seized the chance to step closer, jabbing my shoulder hard with his finger.
"I'm sick of you petty, effeminate little men who nitpick over everything! Rachel wants to support me—what's it to you?"
"If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here!"
I raised my hand to knock his away—but he suddenly shoved me with both hands, hard, sending me straight into the artificial lake beside the villa.
Hearing the splash, Rachel rushed back. Tyler spread his hands innocently.
"I didn't touch him."
Her hurried steps slowed. She looked at me struggling in the water, her gaze icy.
"That's enough. Stop pretending."
"Tyler isn't the kind of person who plays these petty tricks."
"Quit this pathetic act and climb out yourself."
Water flooded my mouth. My legs began to cramp.
"It was him—! Save... save me!"
Realizing something was wrong, panic finally flashed across Rachel's face. She reached out instinctively.
Suddenly, Tyler clutched his head and cried out, "Rachel, the wind is so strong. My head hurts again—it's killing me!"