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Chapter 372
"What's wrong?" Tyler looked worried. "Are you not feeling well?"
Vicky was not feeling ill. She was just... Her heart and mind were a mess, and she no longer had the
courage to tell the truth.
"I'm...fine," she muttered.
"Head upstairs. I'll go get some cream to treat those swollen lips," Tyler said.
"Alright..." she replied.
Not long later, Tyler entered the room with a cream, and he spotted Vicky sitting on the sofa,
daydreaming.
He approached her and said, "Let me apply it for you."
With the medical-grade cotton bud, he started to sterilize the wound on her lip and applied the cream.
The moment he was serious, his face looked extremely stern, and the vibe he presented was rather
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtintimidating.
A refreshing sensation graced Vicky's lips, and it soothed the pain and dryness of her lip injury.
Suddenly, her tears started to spill without any warning. Tyler was still concentrating on applying the
cream to her lips by then.
Stunned when the cold tears dropped on the back of his hand, he looked at her.
Her tears slowly fell. Obviously, the tears were not hot or cold, but they burned his heart like they were
as hot as the heated oil.
He stopped what he was doing.
Before he could ask anything, Vicky threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"Why are you so good to me?" she asked when, in fact, she was asking herself that. "Why?"
If he was acting like before and only kept this marriage because he had to, was she able to tell the truth
so freely?
It was at this point Vicky understood why the man in the mask could threaten her. She was not afraid
her reputation would fall to the creek when everyone found out about it. She was also not afraid Tyler
would divorce her.
She was afraid to see Tyler looking at her disgustedly. She was afraid she would lose this warm
moment that was hard to come by.
Naturally, people always moved forward. They were not scared of anything because they had nothing
they cared about. Once a person had something they cared about, they would start to be afraid of this
and that and consider more factors.
After the experience she had in Forever Night, she was not afraid of divorce. When she returned from
that place, her mind and body were badly traumatized.
Tyler was at her last straw when she was drowning; the sliver of light in the dark; and the hand that
reached out to her before she fell into an abyss.
Tyler held the thin, feeble woman. His low and clear voice was like the voice of the savior that saved
the world from destruction.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Because you, Vicky Shaw, are my wife," he answered.
Vicky trembled. She tightened her hand as she clung to him like he was a plank and that her life was
depending on him.
Her heart felt helpless and lost. She could not lose him anymore...even if she had to lie to him.
As she wrapped her hands around his neck, she pressed her lips against his. Tyler did not expect that
from her. After a few seconds of being caught off-guard, he quickly took over the control.
The cream spread across his lips, but neither of them was bothered by it.
The morning light shone in the room and created a warm gold glow. His handsome face looked godly in
Vicky's eyes.
The bathroom door opened. Tyler simply put on a bathrobe and walked out. He glanced around and
saw Vicky was thinking deeply.
His eyes darkened.
"What's in your mind?" he spoke, his voice low yet alluringly smoky.
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