Tyler stared at Vicky with his dark eyes.

Vicky’s heart raced, and she instinctively looked away.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled the door by the passenger’s seat open. “Get in,” he said before shoving her inside.

“…” Vicky knew better than to act hysterically in public, so she did not struggle.

Tyler drove to a certain restaurant. Once they entered a private room, the waiter brought them the menu.

Vicky flipped through the pages and realized it had been a long time since she had a meal with Tyler alone ever since Gloria returned.

The thought depleted her appetite, so she ordered a salad and handed the menu back. “That’ll be all,” she said.

Tyler, who was reading the menu, looked up. “That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

cat or something?” He paused and corrected

“…”

barely eat, but she did not want to waste time explaining herself to Tyler. “I’m on a diet. I don’t

you are

her chest as his words reminded

in a similar tone, saying that he was interested

to sleep every

since Tyler started spending nights at

mind; he would hold onto

restraints but never succeeded, so she eventually gave up. Nonetheless, she

her and said, “It’s precisely because I don’t want to hold a skeleton in my arms at night that

clenched her fists. “Then don’t lay your

marry you, then? So that I can put you on a shelf to admire

laughter. Fearing that Tyler might run his mouth and say something

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