Vicky's status was not considered low, but compared to the Hart family, the difference was indeed immense. Even with the support of her family, she was hardly worthy of being wed to the likes of Tyler.During that time, Tyler was busy resolving his company's crisis, so they rarely saw each other.As a result, Vicky was constantly invited by Missus Hart to accompany her, under the guise of teaching Vicky proper manners and etiquette. In reality, she did not learn much about etiquette, and Missus Hart simply took her to numerous banquets and social gatherings.At first, Vicky thought Missus Hart wanted to broaden her horizons, but as she faced more and more ridicule and gossip, Vicky finally realized the truth.Missus Hart was a force to be reckoned with and managed to hide her true intention all along. Despite all the difficulties, mockery, and grievances, Vicky did not admit defeat. She silently endured and kept herself from mentioning any of the events to Tyler."Vicky. Vicky..."
Orion glanced at the servant and said, "Tyler, your mother and I had no idea why she'd say something like that. Besides, she's brought from the Harts' old mansion…so who knows, she might be a spy sent by another relative to drive a wedge between us."Although Vicky was found here, the words of a servant alone were not enough evidence to pin the crime on them. What could Tyler do to them as long as they denied, denied, denied it repeatedly? No matter what, they were his biological parents, which meant they could do no wrong.There was nothing Tyler could do even if they killed Vicky. If he did, he would be labeled as 'the unfilial and ungrateful son' for the rest of his life.Tyler narrowed his eyes, which were overflowing with coldness. He was about to say something when he felt someone tugging on his arm. He turned around just in time for Vicky to pass out gently into his arms.Tyler drew his lips into a thin line and lifted Vicky. Then, he took one glance at Orion and Valencia be
Vicky looked up at Tyler and answered, "Because…I'm your wife?"Tyler laughed. "Wrong. It's because I'm still useful to them.""How are you still useful to them?" asked Vicky with a puzzled expression on her face."I can help their adopted son to successfully get the position of being the heir to the entire Hart family's fortune."Vicky was a little taken aback. "They want you to help him? But aren't you their real kid…?""So what?" Tyler asked back indifferently.Vicky fell silent.Tyler was right—what did it matter that he was their biological child? He had long been labeled as the 'rebellious one', and it was all because of her. If she was not in his life, he would not have been hated by his parents nor would he have to suffer through so much torture.This new knowledge made Vicky feel as if a giant boulder was pressing against her chest and making it hard for her to breathe.Since Vicky did not continue the conversation, neither did Tyler.Vicky—who on account of being lo
"You…" Vicky did not even have the chance to get the rest of her words out before Tyler kissed her aggressively.Vicky's eyes widened in shock. She wanted to tell him to stop, but all of her words had been forced back into her throat by Tyler to the extent she could not even make a peep.At first, she still put up a fight, wanting to push him away. However, not long after, she gave in to his kiss. She no longer struggled or resisted. Instead, she let Tyler do whatever he wanted to her, and the two of them devolved into an interlude of tongue and moans and sweat and hands.Harry—who was driving the car—broke out in cold sweat. The gas pedal was pressed to the limit, and because they came in a hurry, the car they had chosen did not have a privacy glass partition that separated the front and back seats of the car.Tyler was totally out of control as if he wanted nothing more than to devour Vicky then and there.'Please don't. Please don't. Please don't.' Harry repeated the same phras
Although Vicky had recovered most of her memory, she still could not remember the most important ones. After thinking it over and carefully combing through whatever memory she recovered, she still did not understand why Tyler wanted her to forget her past.Thinking about this, Vicky clenched her fists."No, I don't. Your mother told me some of the things that happened in the past. I'm sorry for putting you in such an awkward position."Tyler's eyes suddenly darkened. He looked at her quietly and asked, "Is that so?"Vicky nodded. "No new memory from the past came back ever since I woke up from the coma."Tyler kept staring at her with his deep, dark eyes as if he could reveal her inner secrets.Vicky was starting to worry that he was on to her. The way he looked at her made her feel pressured and nervous."Ty—" Just when she was about to say something, Tyler averted his gaze and said, "She's good at making up things, so you don't have to believe what she said."Vicky breathed a
Tyler did not say anything. He simply remained sitting beside Vicky's bed.Vicky looked at Tyler with a puzzled expression on her face and saw how intently he was staring back at her with his ocean-blue eyes; eyes that were filled with scrutiny, questions, and many other complicated emotions.She thought there was something on her face, so she instinctively rubbed her face."Is there something on my face?" she asked."No.""Then…why are you looking at me like that?""I was just thinking why you're not surprised at all after you found out what I had been through in my life," asked Tyler with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Could it be you knew about it already?"The corners of Vicky's eyes started to twitch. Whether it was before or after she had lost her memory, Tyler never brought up his life story with her. She, too, did not tell him that she had met Valencia many years before.Her eyelashes quivered slightly as she calmly answered, "I met Old Mister Hart a few days ago
The way Vicky looked at Tyler was both strange and familiar. Many years ago, she had looked at him like that as well. The look was one of worship and adoration. However, she never looked at him like that ever again.Vicky nervously averted her gaze from his as if she had been caught red-handed doing something she should not have been doing. Suddenly, she felt her cheeks burning up.Tyler put her back on the bed and said, "You do know that you still have a fever, right?""I just wanted to take a shower," said Vicky, her voice still feeble and hoarse. "I haven't taken a shower in days, and it's making me feel uncomfortable…"Tyler was quiet for a while, then he picked up the tray from the table. "Have some soup first."Vicky reached out for the bowl, only to have Tyler move the tray out of her grasp. "I'll feed you.""There's no need. My hand is fine. I can feed myself.""You haven't washed your hands in a long time. They could be covered in all kinds of germs for all we know," sa
Initially, Vicky wanted to wait until she regained all of her memory before reconsidering her relationship with Tyler. However, that piece of crucial memory did not seem to be coming. Then, she found out from the servants that Tyler had suffered gravely because of her ruthlessness.It was under these factors, combined with the many mixed feelings she was having, that Vicky suddenly had the impulse to start over again with Tyler. However, she had forgotten how much it would take for a relationship to work, especially one as complicated and convoluted as theirs. Therefore, she should not jump too quickly into starting over again just because her heart was telling her to. At least, that was what she told herself, despite feeling disappointed over Tyler's response."Reason?" said Tyler coldly out of the blue.Vicky raised her head. "What?""Why do you want to start over with me again?""Must there be a reason?""Yeah.""I'll tell you sometime in the future."Tyler let it go at that