Chapter 1482

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