Vicky's eyes opened, and it was then she saw Tyler's face inches away from hers.Her eyes widened in anger, and her cheeks started to turn red. She instinctively moved her face away, causing the warm water to drip down from her lips to the bed.Tyler frowned subtly before dropping his head to kiss away the warm water flowing out of the corner of her lips. "You need to drink more water. You're sick.""You're just using that excuse to take advantage of me," said Vicky coldly.Tyler was starting to get irritated with Vicky's attitude. "You can't think I need an excuse to do whatever I want to you."Vicky fell silent. 'He's right. He has always done whatever he wants to me without a need for an excuse.'Tyler then realized he said something he should not have. At that moment, it hit home that he was not the type of guy who knew to say sweet nothings to make his woman happy.In fact, the only way he knew how to relate to Vicky was through threats and force. He was not as funny as Noa
Even after so many years, Tyler had not grown tired of Vicky. Instead, he grew more addicted to her like she was a type of drug.In fact, he noticed his feelings for Vicky were getting out of control, and there was nothing he could do about it.The thought of locking her up kept lingering in his mind. He had to use all of his power to stop himself from executing it.The fragrance of the chicken soup wafted in the air.Vicky's eyelashes continued to flutter as she could tell Tyler was staring at her passionately. Finally, she could not pretend anymore and opened her eyes.Tyler asked, "Having a hard time sleeping?"He did not realize he was the problem at all.After that, he took a sip of the chicken soup to test the temperature. "Try the soup since you can't sleep," said Tyler.Vicky was so tired that she would rather do what Tyler wanted instead of fighting him. When Tyler fed her, she just opened her mouth and drank the soup.She had a poor appetite and refused to eat more a
Nevertheless, Tyler did not care about Vicky's wishes.Although he did not force Vicky to have sexual intercourse with him, he still hugged her to sleep even when Vicky strongly rejected him.Vicky became very quiet and refused to communicate with Tyler. There would be days when she did not even say anything to Tyler.One day, Aurora discovered Vicky was sick and decided to visit.Before this, she had been busy taking part in a movie. It was a supporting actress role, and she had to act as a villain.When she was back in town, the first thing she did was call Vicky. The moment she knew Vicky was sick, she decided to visit Vicky first before heading home.The maid knocked on the door and informed Vicky and Tyler."Sir, Ma'am, there's a woman outside requesting to talk to Ma'am, saying she's her friend."At that time, Tyler was sitting on the sofa reading a document. Without looking up, he said, "Tell her Vicky is not going to see her."The maid acknowledged his order.As the m
"I've prepared gifts for Cece and Jennifer as well. I don't know if they're going to like them, though. Can you look for me?""Sure."Vicky and Aurora were instantly engulfed in a heated discussion and forgot about Tyler.Tyler did not interrupt them and simply stared at the smile on Vicky’s face.With the sunlight cast upon her face, her eyes shone in the way they never did when she was with him.At that moment, he felt a painful pang in his chest again.…Aurora stayed for an hour and got up to leave.Vicky was slightly reluctant to see her friend leave and thus offered, "Why don't I walk you out?""It's fine." Aurora smiled. "It's cold out there, and you can't risk catching another cold. I've been free lately, so I'll come check on you in a few days." She then turned to glance at Tyler. "Mister Hart, Vicky is still sick, so I'll have to trouble you to walk me outside."Aurora was capable of going out on her own. It was evident she had something to say to him when she asked
Tyler was so swift that Vicky could not stop him.Blood tainted his white shirt, and she froze.Tyler glanced at her and raised his arm to stab himself again.Vicky’s eyes widened. "Tyler, stop it!"Still, the blade cut into his flash once again.Right before Tyler could stab himself the third time, Vicky finally managed to catch his arm."Tyler Hart, what do you think you're doing?!" she hissed, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes. "Do you really think you can make me forgive you by torturing yourself?" Her fingers tightened around his arm as she trembled. "I won't forgive you; this will only make me hate you more!"Tyler studied her face calmly. "Vicky, this isn't to make you forgive me."Vicky felt disoriented and questioned sharply, "What is it, then?" Her chest heaved rapidly, her breathing erratic, and her words disjointed. "Tyler Hart, when did you stoop to using such despicable methods?!"Blood flowed along the edge of the blade and dripped onto her hand.Vicky's tremb
Once Tyler was sure Vicky was asleep, he left the bedroom.Entering his study, he retrieved the knife he had put away.Just two cuts were hardly enough to atone for the pain he caused her.His intention was never to harm himself to gain her sympathy. He felt that he could only comprehend her agony by feeling pain himself.Since she did not like seeing blood, he vowed she would not have to witness it anymore. With that thought in mind, he cut himself again.Strangely, he did not feel any pain. On top of that, the lingering ache in his heart seemed to ease slightly.'Can physical pain really alleviate heartache?' he thought.He was tempted to try again, but instead, he used a handkerchief to clean the blood from the blade before placing it away.He could not risk letting her discover it, or she would despise him even more.Having stopped the bleeding, Tyler returned to the bedroom. As he drew Vicky closer, he realized his heartache had diminished somehow....After Vicky had r
Tyler was exceptionally alert, so Vicky had to wait until he was out of the room before she dared to emerge. Peering through the peephole, she watched as Tyler headed toward the study.'Does he have some work matters to attend to?' she wondered.With this question in mind, Vicky stepped out of the bedroom as soon as he entered the study. She stood at the entrance to the study for a few minutes, and when Tyler did not reappear, Vicky took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and entered.The desk lamp cast a soft, dim glow. In the reflection of the light, the knife Tyler held glistened with a chilling sheen.Vicky, who had just entered the study, was met with a shocking sight: Tyler was holding a knife and was making incisions into his own body.He was solely focused on the blade in his hand, so Vicky's sudden entrance caught him off-guard, and he seemed stunned.Vicky's eyes scanned the scene, and she instantly noticed the wounds on his body. Her eyes widened, and she questioned s
"No way."Unable to summon the strength to push him away, Vicky closed her eyes and leaned helplessly against his chest. The scent of blood filled her nose, and she felt devastated like she never did before....The night was quiet and peaceful.Vicky looked up at Tyler after tending to his wounds. "Tyler...""It doesn't hurt," he said. "I knew what I was doing."Vicky's lips curled into a cold sneer. "Am I supposed to compliment you on your great skills with knives?""..." Tyler fell into silence."I'm tired of this." She looked down. "Tyler, I can't accept living with a man who tortures me when he loses control and mutilates himself when he's sober."Tyler's heart sank."Let's just—""I won't allow it!" he shouted, interrupting her words.His gaze darkened with malevolence and ferocity. As he looked into her eyes, he pronounced every word with intention."I won't allow you to entertain the idea of leaving me, ever."Frightened by his intensity, Vicky paled and froze.T