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Chapter 100
Tyler leaned down to kiss Vicky once more, but she panicked and turned her face away, causing his
lips to land on her cheek instead.
Tyler stopped to look at her. She looked nervous and uneasy, no doubt.
"Vicky, we're married."
"I...I know," Vicky replied.
"This is a normal thing married couples do," Tyler explained.
"I know. I'm just..." she trailed off softly, "not ready yet."
"Not ready yet?" Tyler looked at her in a strange way. "When will you be ready?"
Vicky did not reply.
Tyler continued to look at her. "From the time you proposed the three- month contract, I haven't
touched you. Vicky, I thought I'd given you enough time."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTyler was just as regular as any other guy, and their marriage was far beyond platonic before she lost
her memory. After her car crash, he felt estranged after her memory loss, which was why he had not
touched her during that period. However, it did not mean he was not going to touch her for the rest of
her life.
He noticed Vicky's wavering eyes and how she did not dare to make eye contact with him.
A sarcastic smile appeared on his face. He lifted her exquisite jaw and forced her to look into his eyes.
"Last time you rejected me because you said I'm a stranger to you and you want to have a divorce.
What's the reason for rejecting me this time?"
His eyes were pitch-black like the night sky and cold like ice. Vicky could not find any excuse while she
was glared at with those eyes.
"I don't know either..."
She was honest. She did not know why she was rejecting him, but it was something that her soul was
telling her to do. Nevertheless, she was not rejecting him because she disliked him. She knew that
because she did not feel sick when he kissed her.
"Heh," he laughed sarcastically.
He thus let go and left the bedroom. She thought of calling him when she watched him leave, but she
swallowed her voice and decided against it.
What was the meaning of calling him if she was not ready to accept him?
Tyler stayed in the study for the whole night.
The next morning, Vicky sat quietly at the dining table and kept looking at the clock on the wall.
Tyler had a very regular and routine life. Under normal circumstances, he should be down at this
moment to have his breakfast.
'Is he...still angry because of last night? It was my fault last night,' Vicky thought. She wondered if she
should go upstairs to get Tyler down for breakfast.
Right then, she heard footsteps. She looked up and there was Tyler, walking down the stairs-looking
very handsome and nicely dressed.
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She stood up. Breakfast is ready. We can eat now."
Afraid he would reject eating breakfast, she added, "Your stomach has just gotten better. You have to
eat breakfast."
Tyler looked at her, and while he did not decline, he said nothing to her as well.
He looked indifferent, but Vicky could feel a wall between them.
They finished breakfast without any incidents happening, and Tyler left immediately.
That night, Vicky picked up her phone and called Tyler's number.
Vicky had finished the projects at hand and was not as busy as before.
Since she had time to go home for dinner, she was starting what she did before; calling Tyler and
asking when he was coming back for dinner.
"What time will you be home tonight?"
It was five seconds of silence from the other side of the phone.
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