Chapter 99: Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Tyler leaned down to kiss Vicky once more, but she panicked and turned her face away, causing his

lips to land on her cheek instead.

Tyler stopped to look at her. She looked nervous and uneasy, no doubt.

“Vicky, we’re married.”

“I…I know,” Vicky replied.

“This is a normal thing married couples do,” Tyler explained.

“I know. I’m just…” she trailed off softly, “not ready yet.”

“Not ready yet?” Tyler looked at her in a strange way. “When will you be ready?”

Vicky did not reply.

month contract, I haven’t touched you. Vicky, I

memory. After her car crash, he felt estranged after her memory loss, which was why he had not

touched her

wavering eyes and how she did not dare to make eye contact with

appeared on his face. He lifted her exquisite jaw and forced her to look into

you rejected me because you said I’m a stranger to you and you want to have a divorce. What’s the

reason for rejecting me this

eyes were pitch-black like the night sky and cold like ice. Vicky could not

“I don’t know either…”

something that her soul was telling her to do. Nevertheless, she was not rejecting him because she

disliked him. She knew that because she did not feel sick when he kissed

“Heh,” he laughed sarcastically.

left the bedroom. She thought of calling him when she watched him leave, but she

the meaning of calling him if she was not ready to

in the study

dining table

life. Under normal circumstances, he should be down at this moment

because of last night? It was my fault last night,’ Vicky thought. She wondered if she should

heard footsteps. She looked up and there was Tyler, walking down the stairs-looking

She stood up. Breakfast is ready. We can eat now.”

Afraid he would reject eating breakfast, she added, “Your stomach has just gotten better. You have to

eat breakfast.”

Tyler looked at her, and while he did not decline, he said nothing to her as well.

He looked indifferent, but Vicky could feel a wall between them.

They finished breakfast without any incidents happening, and Tyler left immediately.

That night, Vicky picked up her phone and called Tyler’s number.

Vicky had finished the projects at hand and was not as busy as before.

Since she had time to go home for dinner, she was starting what she did before; calling Tyler and

asking when he was coming back for dinner.

“What time will you be home tonight?”

It was five seconds of silence from the other side of the phone.