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.
the evening gown, she recalled how Cece exclaimed, “Vicky,
she looked grotesque?
me give you a word of advice: No matter how eager and keen you are, you should just wait for a few more days. I mean,
she thought of something. “I heard that Miss Young is a public figure. If some righteous media company decides
hearing this. He walked forward and overshadowed her with his strong body. The air pressure seemingly
say?” Tyler asked.
shocked Vicky that her instincts told her to take a
able to feel that he was angry? Could it be…he accidentally misunderstood that she was using
door not far from them opened. It broke the tense moment
hair walked out of the room. He saw them and smiled. “Sir, Missus, Senior Hart was
toward the room. His lean, long legs carried him
…
high-spirited. He was sitting on the chair enjoying his tea, and when he saw Tyler,
his grandfather and said, “Happy birthday, Grandpa.”
his present with a smile. When he saw Vicky, who was behind Tyler, his smile disappeared,
“Happy birthday, Grandpa. I wish
Vicky’s present. Instead, he looked at her with his aged, cloudy eyes and expressed
hand froze mid-air. She looked at Tyler, hoping he would say something to help her get out of this situation.
lip. She knew she could not count on Tyler. As she
I can’t
kind of heinous crime did she do that had Senior Hart treating her like this?
you really hate me
you know the
Vicky closely monitored
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.