Vicky picked up the crutch and fumbled out of bed. To avoid any pressure on her injured ankle, she hopped out with one leg and moved extremely slowly.

Since Tyler lived alone, his apartment had three rooms in total and was decorated in a modern style.

Judging from the colors and decorations in the apartment, one would conclude that Tyler was a stern and boring man. There were no paintings or plants—only what was necessary.

As she walked past the kitchen, she spotted Tyler cooking inside.

Tyler wore a spotless white shirt that accentuated his jade-like skin, with a slightly open collar and sleeves meticulously rolled up with precision.

Despite all the smoke in the kitchen, he exuded an innate elegance, moving with grace and poise, untainted by earthly grime.

Vicky, too, came from a wealthy family, but compared to him, she felt rather plain.

As she watched him, Tyler seemed to sense something and lifted his head to look toward the door. “Why are you here?”

like he did not wish to see her, but she knew exactly what he meant and said,

face eased. “Go

her seat, Tyler

taken care of Tyler for a time and knew that apart from being a germaphobe, he

to think that Tyler was being difficult but realized at this moment

perfect and were way better than the food she

fragrance of the food,

at her. “You can go ahead

to

he said. “I’m

“Yeah. To work.”

and Tyler had already been forced to stay home until noon because of her. Feeling guilty, she

time I’ll come home tonight,

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