Chapter 92
âYouâre right,â admitted Tyler calmly.
Vicky felt suffocated. âWhy did you help me with my revenge if you donât want to be with me?â
Tyler was an excellent businessman, and his interest came first. Everything he did served a purpose,
and he thought everything through.
If he did not want to continue with this marriage, he would never offend the Simmons family because of
an irrelevant woman. That would be out of character of him if he did.
Tyler gave her an askance look. His tone was cold and demeaning when he replied, âWho else would
be willing to be my wife if people heard that Missus Hart was treated worse than an animal?â
After a pause, he continued with a straight face, âDonât flatter yourself. I had the same thought as you
when I did it: paving a good road ahead for myself so women could see how impressive it is to be my
wife. Maybe theyâll ignore the fact that I was married before and will still marry me.â
Vicky was speechless.
appearance and status, women would still throw themselves at him and be willing to be his mistress or
lover even while he was married. Divorce
She knew there were things she should
theyâre not bad enough that theyâd humiliate you. As for
admitted to the hospital most of
related to her injury was when she was bitten by Mandyâs dog. The rest of
his tone became colder. âI forgot you got a full stack of dirty tricks up your sleeves and even
Even if your hand is broken, I wonât feel
wonât accept a dumb, disabled
a while before explaining, âI had Nanny Paterson prepare the lunch. I didnât purposely hurt myself to
gain your
was probably her imagination, but Tylerâs expression did look better than before. He said indifferently,
âSince youâve delivered the
the lunchbox on the table and said, âIâll leave when
at her. âYouâre not leaving if I donât
going to drown yourself in work and forget about eating if
Tyler teased, âIâm flattered to have you caring so deeply for me.â
Some time ago, she cared for him like this, too. However, at that time, she did it with a purpose.
Vicky looked into his eyes. âDidnât you say you wonât accept a disabled woman to be your wife? The
same goes for me too. I donât want to have a sick husband. Or better yet, Iâm not preparing to be a
widow at such a young age.â
The sun was shining brightly outside, and the temperature was just right. That was not how it felt in the
office, however. The air in the office was stagnant and chilly.
After she said that, she regretted it a little and thought she was a little harsh.
Surprisingly, Tyler was not angry. He looked at her quietly for a few seconds before he finally took the
lunchbox.
He opened the lunchbox and noted how delicious the food looked.
Just as he was about to eat his lunch, he thought of something and looked at Vicky.