Loving You In Secret
Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 5
Chapter 5
The hallway was quiet and vacant where both Vicky and Tyler walked, with Vicky walking ahead.
The floor was covered with carpet, so there was no sound even when Vicky’s heels clicked against the floor. Nonetheless, her brow was scrunched tightly, and she looked uneasy.
As the tall man followed behind her, she could not fail to ignore the glaring look that fell onto her body, and this stressed her beyond relief.
She abruptly stopped walking and turned toward him, coincidentally looking into his deep, dark eyes in the process.
She raised her eyebrows. “Mister Hart, do you enjoy what you see?”
Tyler was not embarrassed about being caught staring at Vicky red-handed. His gaze did not shift to another place or wavered out of shyness; his eyes were as haughty as before and calm as always.
Majestic and elegant, as he was born with.
His thin lips moved, and a single word was uttered. “Ugly.”
Vicky found it so annoying that she was amused. “Then, why are you staring at me like you haven’t seen a woman before?”
Many of the party’s attendees looked at her with various emotions: contempt, malice, and agitation were among them. Nonetheless, the most uncomfortable look she received was from Tyler.
She wondered if she had the wrong impression that she vaguely sensed plunder and possession flashed by in his eyes when she unexpectedly looked back at him. When she tried to look closer, his eyes were as tranquil as a lake.
Tyler said calmly, “Missus Hart had worn such grotesque attire. Aren’t you trying to attract attention?”
Grotesque? She looked at the evening gown she was wearing. The claret evening gown suggested elegance and grace. The strapless design revealed her charming collarbone and slender neck. It also exhibited her curvy, slim figure.
exclaimed, “Vicky, you’re definitely
say she looked grotesque? Was the
a taste different from the rest; only the Mistress Duo matches Mister Hart’s aesthetics and taste. Still, let me give you a word of advice: No matter how eager and keen you are, you
she thought of something. “I heard that Miss Young is a public figure. If some righteous
this. He walked forward and overshadowed her with his strong body. The air pressure seemingly dropped,
say?”
instincts told her to take a few steps back
agreed to get a divorce and had just made a harmless comment. Why was she able
explain, a door not far from them opened. It broke the tense moment between the
He saw them and smiled. “Sir, Missus, Senior
simple response before he moved toward
…
aged, yet he seemed to be high-spirited. He was sitting on the chair enjoying his tea, and when he saw Tyler, a smile adorned his
his birthday present to his
Vicky, who was behind Tyler, his smile disappeared, and his eyes
“Happy birthday, Grandpa. I wish you a
Vicky’s present. Instead, he looked at her with his aged, cloudy eyes and
he would say something to help her get
bit her lip. She knew she could not count on Tyler. As she composed her
“Missus Hart, I can’t accept your present. Please take
heinous crime did she do that had Senior
to ask, “Grandpa, do you really hate me that
know the things you
me just because I married into the Hart family?” Vicky closely monitored Senior Hart’s expression.
On her birthday, Vicky Shaw's beloved husband, Tyler Hart, was found to be having a candle light dinner with his childhood sweetheart. The birthday present he gave her was a text message requesting a divorce. During their three years of marriage, she did everything she could to keep him with her, throwing all the beds in the other rooms when he was not in the house so he had nowhere else to sleep other than with her. After a fateful car crash, however, she had amnesia and was no longer the woman who loved him deeply. When Tyler finally visited her in the hospital, the first thing he asked was to get her to agree to the divorce. The new Vicky agreed immediately. Everyone knew how much the old Vicky loved Tyler. Only Tyler knew he had loved her dearly.