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."
Even when Tyler was called away during the middle of the night, he would still return home no matter how late it was.Vicky received no replies from Tyler, even many minutes later.The rain was pouring heavily, and the visibility was sparse. It was dangerous to be driving on the road in this weather.She thought of calling him, but she was worried it would distract him if he was driving, so she decided against it. Nonetheless, she could not possibly fall back to sleep in this state, so she picked up her book and started to read it.The words were in front of her, yet they barely registered in her mind. Even several minutes in, she did not turn the page.An hour later, she took her phone and opened up various apps without any meaning. And that still did not help to calm her mind.It was already two-something and Tyler was still not back yet. Although sometimes he had to leave in the middle of the night, it was very rare for him to stay out late. After some thinking, Vicky finally
"Sheila, have you talked to Mister Hart about that?"That voice sounded very familiar. Vicky quickly recognized this voice belonged to Sheila's manager, Maggie."What about?" Sheila asked, her soft and gentle voice.However, it did not sound as feeble as Vicky imagined."Sheila, don't you feel bad for Mister Hart?" Maggie sounded disappointed. "He has to go to the office and come here every day… Wait, scratch that. He has to go to three places every day. He has to go to work, come to see you, and go back home. I'm sure you see how tired he is. Last night, he had to stay in the hospital for the whole night until his phone ran out of battery. This morning, he went directly to his office. He didn't even have the time to rest…"If he keeps it up, no matter how strong he is, he'll eventually collapse! Didn't I tell you the last time? Why don't you ask him to send you back to his home and arrange a medical team in the house to protect you? In that case, it won't be so easy for those peo
Maggie sneered, "Vicky Shaw, what else can you do except play pity with Mister Hart?""I don't know what you're talking about," Vicky replied."You don't?" Amused by Vicky's naive facade, Maggie's gaze hardened like ice. "Aren't you going to tell Mister Hart Sheila is forcing you to want a divorce?"Vicky smiled. "Miss Perez, there's something you've misunderstood. First of all, I don't want to have a divorce with Tyler, and Sheila can't force me to do that. Secondly, you're the one who said Tyler and I are in debt to Miss Young, and we should pay our debt. Last of all, Miss Young wants to be Tyler's wife so badly, yet she refuses to be the bad person here… She certainly plays a good game for being the good person who gets what she wants without getting her hands dirty."She looked at Sheila, who was leaning on the headboard. Sheila's face did look pale, but overall, she was in good spirits. It looked like she had recovered a lot recently.Vicky smiled coldly. "Even if you push al