Loving You In Secret

Chapter 222

Vicky blinked and started panting.

Tyler lifted her chin and gazed sharply at her face. “Do you feel sorry for yourself because I didn’t help you back there?”

Although it was a question, his tone sounded rather matter-of-factly.

Vicky unconsciously tightened her fist.

Before she could say anything, however, Tyler continued, “Do you get it now? If you’re not my wife, you’ll have to bear through sh*t and be responsible every time you’re in trouble,” Tyler said.

The moonlight shone on his angular shape like his face was covered by a thin layer of fog where no one could see clearly. He was so close, yet Vicky felt like he was so distant, 1

Suddenly, she felt like she did not know this man with whom she had spent days and nights. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

She looked into his eyes. “Are you telling me I can’t do anything without you?”

“Maybe you can achieve something without me, but things won’t possibly go your way every time.”

Tyler’s eyes were so rational that she felt he was a cool person.

“You should know working hard doesn’t guarantee success in everything… unless you prefer to be normal and never want improvement.”

Even if Tyler did not say it out, Vicky understood the theory as well.

After she returned to work, she experienced many situations that were unfair to her.

Tyler was right. Working hard did not necessarily mean one would get the same amount of return.

Two examples were when Cece was bullied by Hector and got sent to jail for self-defense, and when she herself was bitten by the dog and had to apologize to the dog instead.

When faced with real power, it was not easy for a commoner to seek justice.

Vicky looked at Tyler for a long time and finally smiled. “So are you saying this so I’d continue to be your wife and help you maintain that good husband image of yours, all while watching you be with your lover?”

Tyler did not like her attitude. He frowned. “Sheila and I-“

Vicky interrupted, “Your relationship with Sheila isn’t what I imagined.

There’s nothing between you both, and you didn’t cheat on me. You’re just feeling guilty and are compensating her because she was hurt by your enemy. It’s normal for you to go visit her in the hospital every day, and it is definitely reasonable for you to go rescue her because your enemy kidnapped her.”

Vicky smiled coldly. ’It is understandable, too, for you to spend millions on investing in a movie just to make her smile.”

It was impossible to ignore the irony in what Vicky said.

He looked at her with an ambiguous smile. “You’re jealous?”

The expression on Vicky’s face froze as she said coldly, “No.”

He got closer to her and placed his lip beside her ears, whispering like they were a loving couple, “If you know you can get so many advantages just by being with me…shouldn’t you, Missus Hart, try your

best to please me and keep me by your side?”

The familiar scent entered her nostrils, and for a moment there, she zoned out.

His thin lips were close to grazing her earlobe. His deep, smoky voice was somewhat enchanting. “Missus Hart, I’m not very pleased with your recent performance.”

She tilted her head to avoid his lips, and her gaze looked even more unforgiving than ever. “Well, I see Miss Young’s performance has certainly pleased you more.”

Tyler’s ocean-blue eyes looked down at her from a condescending angle like he was judging something.

After a while, he said, “She’s certainly smarter than you.”

“Then I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you.” Vicky smacked his hand away and said, “Tyler Hart, I want a divorce.”

In the end, their conversation ended in an unhappy moment.