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Chapter 715
Tyler knocked on the door, but there was no response.
He thought Vicky might be having a nightmare, so he turned the doorknob and walked in to check on her.
When he switched on the lamp beside the bed, he noticed that her face was covered in tears.
She tensed and was trembling uncontrollably as she panted.
Tyler tried to wake her up, but no matter how hard he tried, she just could not wake up as if she was trapped in a
nightmare.
"Vicky. Vicky..." He pushed her gently, but she did not respond.
Tyler's pupils contracted, and he realized that something was wrong when he could not wake Vicky up. He picked
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇther up and was about to take her to a hospital when he noticed that she had lost weight.
She had always been slim, but it became clear that she had lost even more weight.
She was still trembling, and her weightless body felt almost as light as a tiny, helpless kitten.
For some reason, his heart sank. All emotions faded, leaving only remorse and guilt behind.
He should not have ignored her, and he knew that it was done deliberately on his part.
He was very busy, but not to the extent that he did not have time to see her..xo
He was used to being alone and did not want to break his habit, so he decided to correct the change in his life when
he realized he had invested too much time and energy in Vicky.
He stopped checking the time when he was about to leave work; he stopped having inexplicable anticipation
everytime he opened the door when he arrived home.
He stopped waiting for the smile on her face, the light she kept on while waiting for him, or her familiar figure on
the couch.
If he had not lost control of his emotions, he would never be angry when she was harmed or come close to forcing
himself on her.
Alcohol was men’s best excuse for their actions, but all it did was magnify the desires buried deep in his heart.
He noticed the change in his behavior and hated himself for being out of control, so he began to treat her coldly.
He had forgotten about what she experienced in a short period and that she needed companionship, so he left her
alone at home without even checking on her.
As he carried Vicky out of the living room, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Those eyes, washed by tears, were bright and clean, reflecting his cold expression.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a brief moment of confusion, Vicky realized that she had a nightmare again.
"Mister Hart." Her voice was slightly hoarse. "When did you come back?"
Tyler had been out until late as of late and would rarely return home before she went to bed. By the time she woke
up, he would usually be gone.
Vicky suspected that he was truly busy.
She was plagued by nightmares, often unable to distinguish reality from dream, and she lost track of when he
came home each night. Hence, she was surprised to see Tyler at this moment.
"Have you eaten yet? Do you want me to make some late supper for you?"
The nightmares that had been bothering her were completely forgotten, and she shifted her attention to him.
Vicky struggled out of his embrace and was about to prepare supper for him like usual.
Tyler looked down at her to meet her clear eyes that were devoid of any resentment.
He had not been drinking but swiftly lost control of his emotions.
In a swift motion, he bowed his head and pressed his lips against hers.
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