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Chapter 486
Vicky could see the slightest hint of emotion in Tyler's eyes, but he did not respond.
"If you hate me so much, why are you trying so hard to make me stay by your side? Is this your way of
seeking revenge on me?* she questioned, unable to comprehend the situation. "Are you seeking
revenge on me or yourself?"
Vicky could see the logic in seeking revenge on her, but the way he chose to do so hurt himself as well.
A brilliant man like Tyler should have been able to think of ways to take revenge without harming
himself if he wanted to.
"Maybe both," he said.
She twitched and turned to look at Tyler, noticing the dark look in his eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt that exact moment, she realized he was not joking.
"Why?" she asked, confused as to why he refused to let her leave when he resented her so much.
He lowered his head, his warm breath caressing her cheek. "You might've forgotten all about the past,
Vicky, but I haven't."
She shot him a dazed look. "What...happened in the past?"
"What happened, indeed... That's a long list."
"But you never mention anything to me."
Tyler's expression darkened, and his tone grew cold at the mention of the past.
"Vicky, the things you've done cannot be forgiven. It's not that I'm not willing to tell you about it. It's just
that..." He stared into her eyes and gritted out, "Recalling those things makes me want to kill you."
Frustrated by the memories, he lowered his head abruptly to devour her lips roughly, but it was far from
enough to appease his anger.
He pinned her against the bed and stared at her with bloodshot eyes. ’ There's still some time since
Sheila's surgery is done. If you're bored, let's do something else."
He rarely mentioned the past. It was not that he refused to do so, but because he could not stand it.
Vicky woke up the next day to find herself in the same room as the day before. Tyler was nowhere to
be found.
Tyler had not bathed her after last night, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
She glanced around and noticed that both her wheelchair and crutch were missing.
Tyler had carried her everywhere the night before, and she had no clue as to where the wheelchair
was.
She lowered her gaze bitterly at the realization that he carried her around when he was in a good mood
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmand tossed her aside when she upset him.
She turned and noticed the phone on the table.
There was a distance between the table and the bed. If she wanted to phone, she would have to crawl
over.
After sitting on the bed for a few moments, she decided to grab the phone. However, crawling out of
bed to reach for the phone was not easy because the table was too high for her to reach, and there
was nothing in the room that could support her weight.
Most of her strength was drained from the night with Tyler, and after struggling for half an hour, the hair
on her forehead was soon drenched in sweat.
Her fingers were pale and her veins were showing on her wrist as she reached for the phone. Just as
she was about to grab the phone, her arm cramped from being lifted for too long.
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