Chapter 153
Vicky put down the book in her hand and asked, "What's wrong? Is Miss Young's condition...terrible?"
Tyler took off his jacket and replied, "She’s still alright."
The topic ended with those words. He did not seem like he wanted to talk about it.
Vicky stayed silent for a few seconds and asked, "Have you had dinner?"
He paused. It was only at this moment he recalled dinner. "No."
Vicky got out of bed. "You didn’t have your lunch and dinner... If you keep this up, your stomach
condition will worsen."
She looked at his handsome, indifferent face. "Go ahead and take your shower. I'll cook supper for
you."
Looking at Vicky's sweet, endearing face, the seriousness on his face disappeared a little. He
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtresponded softly.
Vicky left the room.
When Tyler was about to head for his shower, his phone rang. He answered the phone with a very cold
tone. "What do you got?"
"The person who attacked Miss Young vanished. Right now, we can't find where he is, but we can
confirm he's not after Miss Young. He's more likely
It
Harry hesitated and told Tyler his assumption, "It's most likely you're the one he's after. He's just using
Miss Young to suppress you. I asked Maggie, Miss Young's manager, and she said she was lucky to
find it out at that time. Otherwise... Miss Young will be in his hands now."
Tyler stood in front of the window and looked out at the night sky. He said nothing for a long time until
Harry could not help but asked, "Mister Hart, what do you want to do?"
A reflection of his cold, vague, and heartless face showed up on the window. After a while, he said,
"Send some people over to watch over her day and night."
"Yes, sir."
When Vicky took the supper to the room, Tyler had just finished his shower. He used the towel to cover
his lower body. His hair was still wet, and water was dripping down his perfectly curved, toned muscle
from his hair. It was enticing and alluring.
Vicky had seen his body numerous times, yet every time she did, she would still blush as memories of
not-so-innocent moments washed over her. To cover up her flustered state, she placed the supper on
the coffee table and cleared her throat.
"It's hard to digest oily food at night, so I made you soup. It's good to warm up your body, too."
Tyler glanced over and saw Vicky's eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and this stirred his heart.
Her blushing face was rosy, so alluring and enticing.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTyler's eyes widened a little and his Adam's apple bobbed. He approached Vicky and before Vicky
could react, he gave her a deep kiss.
The kiss was unlike the normally strong, overbearing, and purposeful type of kiss. This time, his kiss
was very gentle and soft.
The unhappy feeling Vicky had since this afternoon after Tyler left her disappeared when he kissed her.
The things she said were her true feelings and true thoughts. Despite that, she understood why Tyler
did what he had to do.
Nevertheless, that did not stop her from feeling uncomfortable when her husband rushed over to see
his ex-girlfriend without even eating his lunch after he got a call.
Even if she knew Tyler did not want to be together with Sheila anymore.
Even if she knew Tyler did not actually like Sheila that much.
Even if deep down, she knew something else...