Tyler did not say anything. He simply remained sitting beside Vicky’s bed.

Vicky looked at Tyler with a puzzled expression on her face and saw how intently he was staring back at her with his ocean-blue eyes; eyes that were filled with scrutiny, questions, and many other complicated emotions.

She thought there was something on her face, so she instinctively rubbed her face.

“Is there something on my face?” she asked.

“No.”

“Then…why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was just thinking why you’re not surprised at all after you found out what I had been through in my life,” asked Tyler with a smile that did not reach his eyes. “Could it be you knew about it already?”

The corners of Vicky’s eyes started to twitch. Whether it was before or after she had lost her memory, Tyler never brought up his life story with her. She, too, did not tell him that she had met Valencia many years before.

Her eyelashes quivered slightly as she calmly answered, “I met Old Mister Hart a few days ago, and that was when I found out everything. That’s why I wasn’t surprised at all.”

“Is that so?”

have no reason

you have anything you want

was brightly lit, but it was not glaring. At that moment, both of them could

have gotten enough rest in all the time that she went missing. Her heart went out

We can talk about it tomorrow,” she

looked silently at her, and after a few seconds,

sleep early, too. Good

next day, Vicky felt dizzy and sore all

she could not help but feel a faint sense of loss for some reason. It was an emotion she

realized the fever had subsided a little. Then, she tried to get out of bed, wanting to

allow her, so she had to give up the idea in the end. She could not find her shoes since she was carried into

the carpet on the floor was clean enough for her to walk on, and she was grateful she did

open. Tyler walked in with a tray in his

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