The man was young in his mid-twenties with a slender frame and a height of roughly 1.9 meters, just like Tyler. He had a pair of enchanting eyes that seemed to contain the entire galaxy within them. His long legs were wrapped in tailor-made trousers and the top two buttons of his white shirt were left unbuttoned.His features were in such a state of perfection that he looked as if he was a statue sculpted by God himself.Among all the men Vicky had ever seen, only Tyler was comparable to the man before her in terms of looks."Your documents, mister. Can you check to see if any of them are missing?" she asked politely.The man lifted an eyebrow and accepted the documents before flipping through the pages.Soon, he said with a husky, hypnotic voice, "It's fine."She sighed a breath of relief. "If that's it, I'll be going now."He stared at her in silence and just as she was about to leave, he called out, "Hang on."She stilled. "Is there something else?"The man pointed at his s
After a moment of silence, Vicky muttered, "Well, uhh… Shall we go somewhere else?"Nonchalantly, the man replied, "Sure."After they left the shopping mall, the man suddenly thought of something and asked, "What's your name?"Vicky's guard heightened at this question. 'This guy is strange,' she thought to herself.She answered, "My surname is Shaw. You can call me Miss Shaw."The man hummed in response, not bothering to persist in knowing her name."And what should I refer to you as?" asked Vicky.The man glanced at her and uttered, "Kirby."From the looks of it, the man did not have the intention to know her more, much to Vicky's relief. She stopped at a more expensive clothing store and asked, "Mister Kirby, what about this?"Mister Kirby blinked. He took one glance at the store and said lazily, "Let's go in to take a look."While Mister Kirby was looking at the clothes, Vicky took the opportunity to send a message to Sebastian and Cece.[Do I know have friends or know an
"Mister Kirby, I don't mean that…" Vicky tried to explain herself.However, Mister Kirby seemed indifferent to her attempt, and his expression hardened into apathy. "Let me be frank with you: this shirt was given to me by someone important.""Someone important…gave it to you?" Vicky felt like she landed herself in hot soup. It was easy to repay or replace an item with something similar if it was damaged. However, it was hard to compensate for something that meant a lot to someone.Mister Kirby looked at the nicely displayed white shirts on the shelf in the store and said, "Maybe you think money can buy everything, but to me, there are things you can't buy even if you have a lot of money."Guilt gnawed at Vicky. "I'm sorry. I didn't know this shirt meant that much to you."She looked at his shirt and thought deeply before she said, "Why don't you give your shirt to me first? I'll sew back the button…"She was afraid he misunderstood something and quickly said, "Since this shirt is
Vicky put down the book in her hand and asked, "What's wrong? Is Miss Young's condition…terrible?"Tyler took off his jacket and replied, "She's still alright."The topic ended with those words. He did not seem like he wanted to talk about it.Vicky stayed silent for a few seconds and asked, "Have you had dinner?"He paused. It was only at this moment he recalled dinner. "No."Vicky got out of bed. "You didn't have your lunch and dinner… If you keep this up, your stomach condition will worsen."She looked at his handsome, indifferent face. "Go ahead and take your shower. I'll cook supper for you."Looking at Vicky's sweet, endearing face, the seriousness on his face disappeared a little. He responded softly.Vicky left the room.When Tyler was about to head for his shower, his phone rang. He answered the phone with a very cold tone. "What do you got?""The person who attacked Miss Young vanished. Right now, we can't find where he is, but we can confirm he's not after Miss You
In truth, Tyler was not really into Vicky.Well, that was not entirely exact. Ever since he knew Vicky could play the piano, he did show her a little affection. Otherwise, why would he choose that day to bed her after they had been sleeping on the same bed together for so many nights?Vicky knew there was no shortcut to a happy relationship. It was a huge improvement when he could treat her as his wife and live peacefully together with her, so she should not ask for too much.Maybe humans were always a greedy bunch...or maybe she was starting to recover the feelings she had for him in her memory, which caused her to want more.It was a very dangerous sign.Tyler's kiss was starting to become ferocious from being gentle when he realized Vicky was not paying attention.Vicky snapped out of her daze when she felt a tinge of pain. She looked into his eyes and felt like she had fallen into an abyss. Every time she saw that look, she had a feeling she was about to suffocate. Her instin
Tyler's phone rang again after he took just two sips of Vicky's soup. He answered the phone and heard Maggie's anxious sobs. It was obvious she was struggling to form words."Mister Hart, are you on your way? The doctor said Sheila's condition is in a crisis… Is she…going to die? I…I don't dare to sign…""Ask the doctor to do the surgery," answered Tyler calmly. "I'll be there right away.""But… But the doctor said he's not allowed to operate if there's no one to sign…" whimpered Maggie."I'll handle it." He hung up the phone and called Harry."Ask the hospital to do the operation, and get a professional medical team to the hospital," he instructed."Yes, Mister Hart. I'll do it now," Harry replied.After Tyler hung up the phone, he stood up and said to Vicky, "I need to go."Vicky managed to hear a little from the conversation. She thought Sheila only had a minor injury from shooting the movie, but she did not expect she was in such a serious condition that the doctor issued a
Tyler's enemy must have thought Sheila was very important to Tyler. As long as they kidnapped her, they could use her to threaten him.Perhaps Tyler had many things on his mind, but he did not notice Vicky's odd expression.He said calmly, "Sheila was badly hurt. Yesterday night, an unknown person went to the hospital again. I fear that they've yet given up."He paused and looked at Vicky. "I'm going to be very busy lately."Vicky stayed silent for a few seconds and nodded. "Alright. I understand."He walked to her and gazed at her. "Sheila is hurt because of me. I can't just ignore her."Vicky smiled as she looked at his handsome, serious face. "I know."He continued to gaze at her, his blue eyes reflecting her face. "I don't have any feelings for her anymore."He was never a person who liked to explain or thought it was necessary to explain anything. Since he willingly explained himself, it showed he cared about her.Vicky, albeit touched by this, felt a tinge of sadness too
It was easy to act like a different person, but some things just could not be faked—especially a person's temperament.Vicky grew up in an upper-class society. Even though she had lost her memory, she could differentiate the real and the fake with just one look.Thinking of this, she said, "Maybe he wore this shirt very often, so the button became loose after a while."Cece thought and agreed, "Maybe."After Vicky sewed the button back to the shirt, she ironed it nicely and hung it on the shelves so she could send it back to Mister Kirby next weekend.…When Vicky just arrived home at night, her phone rang. It was a call from Tyler."I'm busy tonight, so I won't make it back for dinner. Go ahead and eat; don't wait for me."Vicky held her phone and said, "Okay.""Alright, I'm hanging up."Just before Tyler hung up, Vicky asked, "Are you coming back tonight?"He paused for a second and answered, "Yes."Vicky did not ask anymore and said, "Alright. Continue what you're doing.