Vicky looked down and avoided his gaze.Tyler grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. It was so sudden that Vicky jerked, nearly falling.They were on top of the highest building in Stoneford City. Standing there, they had a panoramic view of the entire city.Normally, the rooftop would be filled with people who had gone there to take in the city view. However, the storm dampened their plans, so the entire rooftop was vacant.Tyler was standing at the best spot for viewing, but it was also the most dangerous spot. Even with the railing, it was dangerous on account of the howling wind and heavy rain. With every move he made, he seemed about to fall. Vicky did not have a fear of heights, but even she was starting to get vertigo."Tyler…. What do you want to do?" Vicky could not help but think back to the car accident last time. 'Is he still thinking of us dying together?'Tyler stared into the distance. "The view here is nice, isn't it?""The wind is getting stronger… Why
It would be pointless for Vicky to argue with Tyler, so she said as gently as she could, "You haven't fully recovered, and you'll catch a cold if you don't change out of your wet clothes now. Let's talk when we're back, okay?"Tyler looked at her sharply. "You haven't answered my question yet."He seemed to suspect she was avoiding his question.Vicky looked into his eyes and promised him, "I didn't have a change of heart, and there isn't someone else."Tyler locked his gaze on her face as if wanting to see whether she was lying. "Really?"Vicky nodded; she did not look away. "Yes, really.""Then why do you want to divorce me?""There was some misunderstanding between us…"Tyler kept his eyes on her. "Then shouldn't we try to clear up the misunderstanding instead of going straight into divorce?"His face remained calm. In fact, he was so calm that it made his actions look even more daunting. His eyes dimmed a little when their eyes met.Suddenly, he asked hoarsely, "Do you ha
Tyler had passed out from a dangerously high fever. It was just a matter of time before he caught a fever with him being drenched with the rain and standing in the cold wind for so long. He only had himself to blame for this.Vicky stood by his bedside and looked anxiously at his pale face. She then turned toward the doctor who was busy tending to him and asked, "Doctor, why is he still burning up?""Well, he hadn't fully recovered when he went out to stand in the rain…" The doctor's face darkened when he saw the temperature reading on the thermometer. "Not only is his temperature not coming down, but it's actually going up, too."Vicky felt her breath caught in her throat. "Does he need to go to the hospital?"The doctor shook his head. "No. The hospital will only hook him up with some IV drips like I'm doing now. Besides, we shouldn't put any more stress on his body…"After a pause, he added sternly, "Based on the current situation, I think it's best to use a traditional method
Tyler turned to look at the door when he heard it opening. His face was so pale that it made his inky blue eyes even more striking. Weak as he seemed, it did not detract his handsomeness and innate nobility.His eyes lit up when he saw Vicky entering. "Vicky, where did you go?" he asked raspily, and it sounded seductive.Vicky walked over to his bed. "I went to take a nap."She reached out to touch his forehead. "Are you feeling any better?"He looked at her peculiarly. "Yes, much better."Relieved, Vicky put down her hand after making sure his temperature was not as hot as last night's. Then, she turned to face the doctor and asked, "Have you done today's checkup on him? What's his condition now?""No, I haven't done today's checkup on Mister Hart yet," said the doctor sheepishly, slightly awkwardly.Vicky thought that it was odd but decided not to pursue the matter further, so she said, "Well, do it now."The doctor glanced at Tyler and asked cautiously, "Mister Hart, may we
"I'm Harry, Mister Hart. Don't you remember me?" Harry asked in shock."Harry… Harry…" Tyler muttered the name to himself. After a few seconds, he asked, "Should I know who you are?"Vicky looked into Tyler's eyes. "Tyler, do you remember me?"Tyler rolled his eyes at her. "Vicky, why are you acting so weird today?"Vicky was speechless, but it was obvious he remembered who she was. Her breath grew erratic. "You don't remember where this is?""No, I really don't.""Then… Do you remember what happened yesterday?""Yesterday?" Tyler thought about it. "I was working at the company yesterday."'Working? He was working, but…not at the company. He was working in the study instead.' Vicky's heart sank."Which company?"Tyler frowned. "Vicky, what's the matter with you today?"Vicky grabbed his hand and said anxiously, "Tyler, you haven't answered my question!"Tyler glanced at her. "The commercial building in the city center. Don't you often go there to find me?"Vicky's pupils s
After mulling over it for a few seconds, Vicky nodded.Despite his memory loss, Vicky knew Tyler would find out everything he wanted to know.Spotting Tyler's demanding gaze, the doctor forced himself to speak, "I initially thought it was the car accident that caused Mister Hart's memory loss, but…judging from the situation now, it seems my initial diagnosis was wrong."Vicky's eyes flickered. "Your initial diagnosis was wrong?"The doctor nodded seriously. "The fact that Mister Hart had two memory losses in such a short period meant that it wasn't the car crash that caused it." He glanced at Tyler and continued in a whisper, "I'm beginning to suspect he has…dissociative disorder.""Dissociative disorder? What's that?" asked the shocked Vicky."Dissociative disorder is a kind of mental illness, commonly known as…"Tyler was getting impatient. "Well, spit it out now."A jolt shot through the doctor's body. "It's commonly known as split personality disorder."The air in the room
Startled, Vicky quickly asked, "How should we treat it?""It takes a long time to treat mental illness, so you must be very patient. Also, he must not be subjected to any more triggers. If my guess is right, his memory loss this time was brought about by a trigger," explained the doctor.Vicky hung her head low out of shame. "You're right. He did get triggered."The doctor sighed. "Missus Hart, that's the worst thing you can do to a patient with mental illness.""I know now, and I promise I won't do it again," said Vicky in a small voice.The doctor nodded. "I'll draw up a treatment plan; we'll start treatment as soon as Mister Hart's condition has stabilized.""Thank you.""There's no need to thank me. I'm just doing my job."The doctor left with Harry.As soon as the door closed, Vicky looked at Tyler, who was still leaning against the headboard.'No wonder he has been looking at me weirdly… He lost his memory again!'"Can… Can you tell me what you remember?" Vicky asked w
"There's no wedding photo or any photo of us together in this room." Tyler looked around. "And the doctor said my memory loss is a coping mechanism for when I'm experiencing something particularly painful. I didn't think my childhood was especially traumatic." His eyes fell on Vicky's face. "So that leaves only you…"It felt weird for Vicky to hear Tyler calmly analyzing his condition, but she had to admit—he was still as sharp as ever, even though he was suffering from some memory loss. It was no wonder she could not escape from him, try as she did. 'He's a monster, alright,' she thought."What made our relationship go sour?" Tyler asked suddenly.Vicky hung her head low to avert his gaze. "It was because of me…and I'm sorry."Tyler frowned. He was about to ask her another question when Vicky beat him to it."You haven't fully recovered, so you shouldn't think so much. We can talk about all of this when you're feeling a bit better."She stood up. "You must be hungry, right? I'll