Chapter 153
Vicky put down the book in her hand and asked, âWhatâs wrong? Is Miss
Youngâs conditionâ¦terrible?â
Tyler took off his jacket and replied, âSheâs still alright.â
The topic ended with those words. He did not seem like he wanted to talk about
it.
Vicky stayed silent for a few seconds and asked, âHave you had dinner?â
He paused. It was only at this moment he recalled dinner. âNo.â
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Vicky got out of bed. âYou didnât have your lunch and dinner⦠If you keep this
up, your stomach condition will worsen.â
She looked at his handsome, indifferent face. âGo ahead and take your shower.
Iâll cook supper for you.â
Looking at Vickyâs sweet, endearing face, the seriousness on his face
disappeared a little. He responded softly.
Vicky left the room.
When Tyler was about to head for his shower, his phone rang. He answered the
phone with a very cold tone. âWhat do you got?â
âThe person who attacked Miss Young vanished. Right now, we canât find where
he is, but we can confirm heâs not after Miss Young. Heâs more likely
It
Harry hesitated and told Tyler his assumption, âItâs most likely youâre the one
heâs after. Heâs just using Miss Young to suppress you. I asked Maggie, Miss
Youngâs manager, and she said she was lucky to find it out at that time.
Otherwise⦠Miss Young will be in his hands now.â
Tyler stood in front of the window and looked out at the night sky. He said
nothing for a long time until Harry could not help but asked, âMister Hart, what
do you want to do?â
A reflection of his cold, vague, and heartless face showed up on the window.
After a while, he said, âSend some people over to watch over her day and
night.â
âYes, sir.â
When Vicky took the supper to the room, Tyler had just finished his shower. He
used the towel to cover his lower body. His hair was still wet, and water was
dripping down his perfectly curved, toned muscle from his hair. It was enticing
and alluring.
Vicky had seen his body numerous times, yet every time she did, she would still
blush as memories of not-so-innocent moments washed over her. To cover up
her flustered state, she placed the supper on the coffee table and cleared her
throat.
âItâs hard to digest oily food at night, so I made you soup. Itâs good to warm up
your body, too.â
Tyler glanced over and saw Vickyâs eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and
this stirred his heart. Her blushing face was rosy, so alluring and enticing.
Tylerâs eyes widened a little and his Adamâs apple bobbed. He approached
Vicky and before Vicky could react, he gave her a deep kiss.
The kiss was unlike the normally strong, overbearing, and purposeful type of
kiss. This time, his kiss was very gentle and soft.
The unhappy feeling Vicky had since this afternoon after Tyler left her
disappeared when he kissed her. The things she said were her true feelings and
true thoughts. Despite that, she understood why Tyler did what he had to do.
Nevertheless, that did not stop her from feeling uncomfortable when her
husband rushed over to see his ex-girlfriend without even eating his lunch after
he got a call.
Even if she knew Tyler did not want to be together with Sheila anymore.
Even if she knew Tyler did not actually like Sheila that much.
Even if deep down, she knew something elseâ¦