â Mercy?â Tyler repeated sarcastically. âWhen have you ever shown mercy?â
Vicky studied the blurred figure before her eyes and chuckled. âMercy doesnât solve any problem; it
creates a problem⦠The world is cruel, and people are all born with an instinct to avoid what hurts
themâ¦so I wont show any mercy.â
She reminded herself repeatedly to not show mercy and repeat the same mistake, or her life would be
hellish.
âYouâve always been great at retreating at the perfect timing,â he said, his voice sounding faint in her
ears. âOr you wouldnât have given up on me because of my family background, nor would I⦠We
wouldnât have⦠This is all your faultâ¦â
Vicky was so drunk that she could barely hear what he was saying, but though she could not interpret
all his words, she could tell the resentment and sorrow in the manâs tone. It almost sounded like she
had wronged him in the past.
She recalled how upset Tyler would become whenever they talked about the past, and he would
always say that she owed him.
Whenever she heard this, her heart would feel heavy, and she would be rendered speechless because
she did not know what happened in the past.
Her ignorance irritated her with no end.
âStop itâ¦â She held her head with a dazed look in her eyes. âI donât remember⦠I donât remember
anythingâ¦â
He quieted down, and silence fell over the room as Vicky started to drift back to sleep again.
âForget everything, then,â he said, as Vicky fell into a sweet slumber.
The next day, Vicky woke up with a pounding headache.
She had drunk far too much wine, and the hangover was killing her.
She massaged her temples and fumbled to get out of bed, only to realize she was in someoneâs arms.
A handsome face came into her sight. His eyes were closed, and his long lashes cast a shadow over
his under-eyes.
His arm was wrapped around his waist forcefully.
Tyler? He came home?â she thought.
Vicky had no memories of the night before and did not know when Tyler returned home.
Tyler looked less predatory in his sleep but looked just as cold as he was most of the time.
She gazed down and noticed that the pajamas she was wearing were different from the ones she put
on the night before.
Her heart sank as she lifted her pajamas to check her skin underneath, and she gasped and clenched
her fists. âHe is a scum!â
Enraged, Vicky threw his arm off and Tyler immediately woke up, his eyes clear without any sign of
drowsiness.
âWhat are you doing?â
Vicky moved to get out of bed with a cold look on her face.
He scowled and grabbed her by the wrist to pull her backward. âYou caused a big scene yesterday. You
slapped Gloria and humiliated her in public. You werenât the one who suffered, so why are you so upset
now?â
She lifted an eyebrow. âWhatâs wrong? Do you feel sorry for her? If thatâs the case, you shouldâve
stayed with her last night instead of coming back here.â
The thought that Tyler had taken advantage of her drunken state the night before disgusted her, and
she desperately wanted a shower.
Seeing the disgust in her eyes, Tyler sneered. âSheâs hardly as entertaining as you are.â
She jolted and did not realize what he was referring to until a few moments later. The disgust in her
eyes intensified. âYou disgust me, Tyler Hart!â