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.
Tyler's eyes looked dark when he saw Vicky leaning on the headboard looking at him. "Why haven't you slept?"Vicky's voice was calm and gentle. There was no expression on her face. "Didn't I say I'd wait for you?"Tyler paused for a while before walking to her. His tall shadow covered her entire body. When he got close enough, the smell of disinfectant on him was so thick that she felt nauseous.Tyler looked at her calm face and said, "I was going to come back, but the hospital called and said Sheila's condition shifted into a more dangerous state, so I went over to take a look."Vicky did not continue the topic. "It's very late. Go shower and rest early."Tyler remained where he was and gazed at her. "Don't wait until late hours from now on."Vicky nodded. "Okay. But you have to remember to call me or text me, or I'll worry about you."Tyler must have felt touched by words that his dark expression slowly eased off. He bent down and kissed her forehead. "Okay. I'll take my showe
There was a layer of rough calluses on his fingertips, yet they were cold like diamonds as well.Vicky opened her eyes at that moment and saw Tyler's handsome, perfect face.The strength he used to massage her temples was neither too soft nor too heavy. It was just right. Vicky was so comfortable that she closed her eyes again."I didn't know you knew how to massage someone." Her voice was not soft like usual. Instead, it sounded slightly smoky.The way he massaged was very smooth and trained. This was not his first time, surely."Yeah," he replied plainly.Vicky opened her eyes again. "You took…a massage course before?"Tyler suddenly paused for a while. "No."Vicky was not an expert in massage, but from the way he did it, the strength he used, and how comfortable it was, she could tell he was an expert in it. Suddenly, a thought flashed past her mind as another possibility surfaced."You used to…massage someone before?" she blurted.Tyler's pupils wavered a little, but he d
Tyler was still looking at Vicky sharply. Vicky did not know what he could see in the dark, but she did not open her eyes or move, acting as though she was asleep.She could not tell how long it had been. When she was finally falling asleep, Tyler finally left. At first, she thought Tyler might not come back.When she was deep in her sleep, she heard someone opening the door and walking. Shortly, the other side of the bed sunk a little. Later, she was pulled into a familiar pair of arms.The smell of the sanitizer floated in the air. The pungent smell was terrible and it disgusted her and even woke her from her sleep. Her instinct kicked in and she tried to struggle away from the hug.Tyler paused. Seconds later, his voice rang in the dimmed room, "You're awake?""Yeah." Vicky moved over to the other side of the bed and said softly, "The disinfectant smell on your body is too strong. I'm not very comfortable with it."After a moment of silence, he said, "I'll go take a shower."