"Mister Kirby, I don't mean that…" Vicky tried to explain herself.However, Mister Kirby seemed indifferent to her attempt, and his expression hardened into apathy. "Let me be frank with you: this shirt was given to me by someone important.""Someone important…gave it to you?" Vicky felt like she landed herself in hot soup. It was easy to repay or replace an item with something similar if it was damaged. However, it was hard to compensate for something that meant a lot to someone.Mister Kirby looked at the nicely displayed white shirts on the shelf in the store and said, "Maybe you think money can buy everything, but to me, there are things you can't buy even if you have a lot of money."Guilt gnawed at Vicky. "I'm sorry. I didn't know this shirt meant that much to you."She looked at his shirt and thought deeply before she said, "Why don't you give your shirt to me first? I'll sew back the button…"She was afraid he misunderstood something and quickly said, "Since this shirt is

In truth, Tyler was not really into Vicky.Well, that was not entirely exact. Ever since he knew Vicky could play the piano, he did show her a little affection. Otherwise, why would he choose that day to bed her after they had been sleeping on the same bed together for so many nights?Vicky knew there was no shortcut to a happy relationship. It was a huge improvement when he could treat her as his wife and live peacefully together with her, so she should not ask for too much.Maybe humans were always a greedy bunch...or maybe she was starting to recover the feelings she had for him in her memory, which caused her to want more.It was a very dangerous sign.Tyler's kiss was starting to become ferocious from being gentle when he realized Vicky was not paying attention.Vicky snapped out of her daze when she felt a tinge of pain. She looked into his eyes and felt like she had fallen into an abyss. Every time she saw that look, she had a feeling she was about to suffocate. Her instin

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

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

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."