After a long silence, Vicky asked, "Is it safe for me to head back to the dorm?""No. You won't even make it past the dorm's gate," Tyler said calmly.Vicky's breath caught in her throat. "Um... What if I go to the airport and fly to another city now?"Tyler glanced at the time. "You woke up a little too late, so that's probably not an option either.""Late? What does that mean?""Later than Jonathan.""How would you know?"Tyler shot her an odd look as though he was wondering why she would ask such a foolish question. "The extraction of the bullet is a standard procedure. It's not that hard to figure out how long it takes."Vicky felt belittled, and as she looked outside the window, realization dawned on her. "Did you injure them badly...to buy me time?"Though Tyler wanted to help her, there was no reason for him to go as far as injuring the three severely as he himself would be in trouble as well.Tyler did not deny it and kept his hands on the steering wheel, his gaze str
'They'll keep tailing us if I don't get rid of the cars behind us, but to have Vicky puke in my car... That's the one thing I can't put up with,' Tyler thought and decided to end the car race as soon as possible.He shifted gear and stepped hard on the accelerator to speed up.The two cars behind were bracing for impact when Tyler suddenly drove off, and they instantly lost control before crashing into each other.Boom!Following a deafening noise, the cars combusted in flame and exploded.Though Vicky did not know much about cars, she could tell that Tyler, who often looked extremely cold, was a skilled car racer, which seemed to contradict his usual image.That was the last thought that went through Vicky's mind before she lost consciousness under the impact of the explosion....Warm sunlight shone upon Vicky as she slowly opened her eyes.She had fallen deep into slumber, and she had not had such a good night's sleep since she arrived at Molivia.She sat up and massaged t
Meanwhile, Tyler was seated on the living room couch, reading. He heard her footsteps but did not bother to look up. "You can go after having breakfast."Vicky went to sit by the dining table, and when she saw Tyler still on the couch, she muttered, "Have you eaten?""No.""Would...you like to join me, then?"He lifted his gaze from the book in her hand with a cold expression. "No thanks," he said. "I lost all appetite when I saw you.""..." Had Vicky not had some time with Tyler in the past and known he was used to speaking in this manner, she would have stormed out the door. However, she knew that she was in the wrong for vomiting in his car and said nothing else as she picked up a spoon.After taking a few bites, she could not help but ask, "Did you make all this?"Tyler was slightly annoyed by her questions and frowned before answering, "Yes."Vicky looked at him dubiously. "You can cook?""What's that look in your eyes?" he questioned in displeasure."I just...didn't thi
Vicky was startled by Tyler's behavior. "What is it, Mister Hart?"He stopped before her and crouched to study her ankle.When his cold fingers came into contact with her skin, Vicky was overwhelmed by a strange feeling."It seems that your muscles and bones are fine for now," he said, "but the swelling has worsened because you didn't get it treated last night."Vicky instinctively moved away from his touch. "I'm fine, Mister Hart, honest. It's getting late, and I should really—ah!"Before she could finish, she was lifted off her feet.Though Tyler had carried her the night before, she was not as sober as she was at the moment.After learning that he had bathed and changed her, she was so embarrassed that she could barely look him in the eyes, and she started panicking when she found herself in his arms.He carried her to the couch and started checking her ankle intently, all the while applying light pressure at different spots. "Does this hurt?""No... Mister Hart, I'm fine.
Tyler glanced at Vicky's chest and replied, "It means that I'm not interested in flat-chested women."'Flat-chested?! Is he actually saying that I'm flat-chested?! That's about the worst insult one can say about a woman!' Vicky's cheek flushed with anger as she argued, "I have a standard figure! I'm not flat-chested!""Do you have some sort of misunderstanding about the definition of the word 'standard'?""..." Vicky clenched her fists at the humiliation."Do you want to sit here or return to the bedroom?" he drawled.Knowing she would die from rage alone if she stayed in the living room, she said without hesitation, "I want to go back to the bedroom."Tyler nodded and picked her up.The fury she felt was instantly replaced by nervousness when he lifted her up. She had never been so close to a man before, and she could not help the pounding of her heart.It was a feeling entirely foreign to her.She had friends of the opposite sex like Sebastian and Alex, but how she felt arou
Vicky picked up the crutch and fumbled out of bed. To avoid any pressure on her injured ankle, she hopped out with one leg and moved extremely slowly.Since Tyler lived alone, his apartment had three rooms in total and was decorated in a modern style.Judging from the colors and decorations in the apartment, one would conclude that Tyler was a stern and boring man. There were no paintings or plants—only what was necessary.As she walked past the kitchen, she spotted Tyler cooking inside.Tyler wore a spotless white shirt that accentuated his jade-like skin, with a slightly open collar and sleeves meticulously rolled up with precision.Despite all the smoke in the kitchen, he exuded an innate elegance, moving with grace and poise, untainted by earthly grime.Vicky, too, came from a wealthy family, but compared to him, she felt rather plain.As she watched him, Tyler seemed to sense something and lifted his head to look toward the door. "Why are you here?"The way he spoke sounde
After serving Vicky food, Tyler did not leave and sat across the table to dine with her.She thought he did not understand anything when he knew exactly what she meant.After lunch, Tyler left for work....For the next few days, Tyler was absorbed by work and would return home late at night. Still, he would prepare all meals for Vicky and would often return home before noon to cook lunch for her before heading out again, which made Vicky feel extremely guilty.A week went by, and Vicky's ankle recovered.According to what Mister Geoge planned, the academy should have resolved the conflict with Jonathan within a week, but Vicky had not received any update from anyone at this point.Confused, she tried contacting Mister George, but he did not answer her calls or text messages.Not daring to go outside, Vicky called Gloria."Vicky?" Gloria answered."Gloria, what's going on with the academy?" Vicky cut to the chase. "I've been trying to get hold of Mister George, but I can't re
It had only been a week, and Vicky's confidence began to deplete. If she continued to eat Tyler's cooking for a month, she feared she might never want to cook again.She served Tyler enthusiastically, to the point that Tyler was having trouble adjusting to it.Halfway through dinner, he set his spoon down and looked at her. "Are you running out of money?"She was sipping on her water at the time and came close to choking at his words. "No!" she blurted out. "I'm just thankful that you took me in and took such great care of me..."He interrupted her coldly. "I took you in and took care of you because you took care of me before and didn't accept my money, which means I owe you a favor. We're even now, so you don't have to fawn over me." He paused and added, "Also, the way you're showing gratitude bears no value at all.""Is money the only thing that bears value?" she mumbled with a pout."Of course," he said. "If there are people who can't be moved by money, it just means that you