"What's wrong?" Tyler looked worried. "Are you not feeling well?"Vicky was not feeling ill. She was just… Her heart and mind were a mess, and she no longer had the courage to tell the truth."I'm…fine," she muttered."Head upstairs. I'll go get some cream to treat those swollen lips," Tyler said."Alright…" she replied.Not long later, Tyler entered the room with a cream, and he spotted Vicky sitting on the sofa, daydreaming.He approached her and said, "Let me apply it for you."With the medical-grade cotton bud, he started to sterilize the wound on her lip and applied the cream. The moment he was serious, his face looked extremely stern, and the vibe he presented was rather intimidating.A refreshing sensation graced Vicky's lips, and it soothed the pain and dryness of her lip injury.Suddenly, her tears started to spill without any warning. Tyler was still concentrating on applying the cream to her lips by then.Stunned when the cold tears dropped on the back of his hand,
Vicky looked up and saw Tyler walking toward her after finishing his shower. His robe hung on his body, but his lean, toned chest and muscular body were out in the open. The eight-pack abs looked sturdy, so much to the point she could have a nosebleed.Despite having seen it numerous times, her face always turned red and hot seeing that hot body. She quickly looked away. "Nothing…"Tyler walked to her and placed both hands on the bed beside her body, trapping her between the bed and his chest."Are you sure it's nothing?" he asked.She still did not dare to look at him. "Yes."Surely, she was not going to tell him that she was wondering about the difference between him and the man with the mask. There were some differences, but she got a feeling…that there was a similarity of sorts.'Are men all built the same? Like, you can't tell the difference between two men once the light is off?' she thought.Tyler did not think too much and said, "I'm going to work for a while in the stud
[Yes, he came back this morning.] That was Vicky's reply.The man with the mask texted back instantly, [If that's the case, I'm going to let you have a day off since you behaved nicely last night. Come and spend time with me again tomorrow.]Vicky frowned. [I have no chance to go out if he's at home at night.]The man with the mask replied, [That's not my problem.]Vicky tried to reason. [He's going to suspect if I go out every night.]The chat stopped there because she did not get a reply from the man. She tried to send a few more messages, yet she received no response.It felt awful not knowing what was going to happen and where she would end up the following day.Just then, steady footsteps sound were heard from the stairs. Vicky quickly deleted the messages in her phone and put on a new expression.The tall, strong man walked down the stairs gracefully.She looked at his handsome face and asked softly, "Where did you go?"Tyler stopped walking and replied, "I just remembe
Tyler walked over to Vicky. "What happened?""Nothing," Vicky explained, "I accidentally knocked over a waiter and my gown is soaked with the drinks. I'll be fine after I change."Tyler looked at her. "Do you need me to go with you?"She looked at the people from the other companies gazing at him and smiled. "It's alright; I'm fine on my own. I can get some rest, too."Tyler knew she was not a fan of the party, so he nodded. "Okay."…It had been over half an hour since she changed into a new gown, yet she did not return to the party and decided to rest for a while. A waiter passed a key card of the room to her. "Missus Hart, this is your room."Vicky politely thanked him. "Thank you.""You're welcome, Missus Hart."Vicky took the card and entered the designated room.The room was pitch black. Just as she was about to turn on the light, a hand suddenly appeared and pulled her into the room. Startled, she subconsciously struggled to shout for help, but the hand covered her mou
Tyler did not suspect anything. Instead, he serenely replied, "Sure."A few minutes later, he came back with a new set of clothes. Before Vicky requested it, he was caring enough to suggest, "Why don't you change first? I'll wait for you in the living room."The clothes Tyler brought over were a set of conservative types of long pants and a long-sleeve top. She did not care if they were hideous and just put them on.After that, she left the room and saw Tyler sitting on the sofa. His eyes were closed as if he was resting, and he did not realize she was there. She remained where she was as she gazed at him for a while before walking toward him quietly.Unexpectedly, she stretched her hands out, wanting to unbutton his shirt. Suddenly, he grabbed her hands as he opened his eyes. They were deep and dark like a bottomless lake.He looked at her. "It's getting late. Why don't we do it when we are back at home?"Vicky felt like her hands were burnt and quickly pulled them back. "I…don'
Tyler saw Vicky's pale, scared face. "Did I scare you?""A little…" As a matter of fact, she was not scared because Tyler scared her.It was because… For a moment there, she thought the masked man was in the house.Tyler saw her eyelashes fluttering. "Why are you up so early today?"Vicky forced a smile on her face. "I want to cook breakfast for you."They were standing very close to each other, so close that Tyler could see how red Vicky's eyes were. "Didn't you sleep well last night?""I had difficulty falling asleep. Maybe it was because of the nap I took during the party," Vicky said.He gazed at her. "Vicky, I'm going to be busy lately.""Be busy," she replied softly, lightly, "don't worry about me.""Okay. If you're afraid, you can come and find me anytime. I can continue working after you're asleep," Tyler said.Her restless heart was soothed by his gentle words. She felt less anxious, too."Alright," she responded.After breakfast, Tyler went to work. On the other h
Sebastian had been investigating Tyler lately, but he found nothing. He was sure that Tyler has something to do with Vicky's kidnapping in Lovian, but he just could not find any evidence to back it up.Vicky remained silent while she studied Sebastian.Sebastian had a gentle and elegant temperament. He was the typical type of rich kid with a good temper from a notable family, a far contrast from the masked man who threatened her last night."I have something that I'd like to ask you," Vicky said.Sebastian treated it seriously when he realized how serious Vicky was. "Vicky, I'll answer with everything I know."Vicky asked, "Are you familiar…with this room?"He looked around, confused by Vicky's question. He shook his head.Cloud-Nine Hotel was a six-star hotel. Although he also had a presidential suite in the hotel, every presidential suite had a different interior design. His room was Room 1330. Room 1330 had a European design, but Room 1331 was designed with a Moroccan theme.
'The masked man isn't man Sebastian…' Vicky was lost in her thoughts.Ding, dong! The doorbell kept on ringing.When Vicky finally regained her senses, she walked to the door and opened it. The door was pushed open when it was slightly opened with a gap.A tall man in a formal suit strode in. His expression was cold, and so was his temperament. He looked like he was about to kill someone.Vicky's heart throbbed when she saw him. "Tyler…" She was stunned. "Why are you here?"Tyler glanced around and saw Sebastian sitting on the sofa. The murderous intent in his eyes became more noticeable when he realized a few buttons on Sebastian's shirt were unbuttoned.Vicky held her breath and tried to explain, "Tyler, listen to me. It's not what you think…"He did not listen and walked to Sebastian to grab Sebastian's collar.There was not enough time for Vicky to stop him. His punch already connected to Sebastian's face.Crack! It was as though Sebastian's nose broke, and he nearly passe