Chapter 682

Vicky went in through the door and saw Tyler reading on his bed.

The remnants of the sunset spilled through the pristine window and caressed the chiseled contours of the man's handsome face, casting a rosy glow over his features like a serene and graceful painting.

Vicky was an art student, so the beautiful sight before her captured her eyes and she could not bring herself to look away.

Tyler heard her entering the room but did not lift his head.

Puzzled by the absence of footsteps and chattering, he glanced up and met the woman's starry-eyed gaze.

"Why are you back so early today?" he asked expressionlessly.

Vicky immediately snapped out of it and looked away sheepishly. "I brought you dinner." She took out the packed food. "You once said that you like the food from this restaurant, right? I brought you some of their dishes... Oh, I made them pack the spaghetti and sauce separately."

Tyler's germaphobia affected his life greatly, and he disliked the idea of mixing the sauce wit