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Chapter 1481
"I've prepared gifts for Cece and Jennifer as well. I don't know if they’re going to like them, though. Can you look for
me?"
"Sure."
Vicky and Aurora were instantly engulfed in a heated discussion and forgot about Tyler.
Tyler did not interrupt them and simply stared at the smile on Vicky's face.
With the sunlight cast upon her face, her eyes shone in the way they never did when she was with him.
At that moment, he felt a painful pang in his chest again.
Aurora stayed for an hour and got up to leave.
Vicky was slightly reluctant to see her friend leave and thus offered, "Why don't I walk you out?"
"It's fine." Aurora smiled. "It's cold out there, and you can't risk catching another cold. I've been free lately, so I'll
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcome check on you in a few days." She then turned to glance at Tyler. "Mister Hart, Vicky is still sick, so I'll have to
trouble you to walk me outside."
Aurora was capable of going out on her own. It was evident she had something to say to him when she asked him
to walk her out.
Tyler did not refuse.
Once downstairs, Aurora spoke, "Mister Hart, do you only know how to resort to such methods to keep Vicky by
your side? You don’t want her to leave, yet you're unwilling to humble yourself... Do you truly think of Vicky as a
masochist? " Aurora's tone was anything but polite. "I'm aware of your immense power and cunning tactics. You
could keep Vicky under your control forever as long as you wish, and if you're only interested in possessing her
physically, I wouldn't comment much on it. However, if you still want her heart... Well, your current actions will only
drive her further from you.
Aurora gave him a brief, sharp look and said coolly, "Take your time and think about it."
With that, she turned and left.
Later that night, it was time to tend to Vicky's wounds again.
The bruises on Vicky's body were severe with purplish patches and blotches everywhere. The closer to recovery,
the more terrifying the colors of the bruises appeared to be.
Tyler held a jar of ointment, preparing to apply it to Vicky, but she refused.
"My body is almost healed. You don't need to help me with the ointment anymore." Vicky's tone was casual, devoid
of emotion. "I can handle it myself."
"It's not convenient for you to do it yourself."
"It's fine. It's almost healed."
Watching the marks he inflicted on her skin, Tyler's gaze deepened as he said huskily, "I'm sorry."
Vicky chuckled softly.
"I've heard your apologies too many times. You're just like those dirtbags on TV dramas who apologize again and
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmagain, begging for forgiveness, promising to change, only to repeat the same mistakes again. The outcome never
changes."
"..." Tyler fell silent.
Vicky was right. All explanations and apologies seemed incredibly feeble and impotent, especially when he looked at
her wounds.
Tyler stood still. After a while, he turned to leave the room.
Vicky was in the midst of wondering if Tyler had taken her words to heart when his footsteps approached once
more.
Tyler returned with a knife.
The blade was sharp. It reflected a chilling glint under the light.
Vicky was taken aback. "Tyler, what are you doing?"
"You're right," he said calmly. "Each time I hurt you, all I offer are worthless apologies. It's so meaningless. I should
face appropriate punishment."
As he spoke, he lifted the knife and thrust it toward himself.
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