Chapter 1016
âElijah left? If Elijahâs gone, no one can stop Tylerâ¦â Vicky thought, her heart sinking.
Feeling uneasy, she said, âI will get to the bottom of what happened. Miss Starling is still waiting for you
in a different room. You should go to her.â
âThereâs no need to hurry,â Tyler said in a hoarse voice, before lowering his head to kiss her once
again.
Apart from the time when they first fell in love, she never had the right to make any decision concerning
her relationship with Tyler.
Regardless of whether they were divorced or not, Tyler would always treat her as his possession, to be
used as he pleased.
The unprecedented exhaustion and weariness made Vicky wish she could die because it seemed that
death was her only escape from this endless humiliation.
The afternoon sunlight was just right, filtering through the ethereal curtains and casting a faint layer of
light in the room.
Walking out of the bathroom, Tyler caught sight of Vicky lying on the bed like a puppet. The magnificent
and heavy wedding dress was crumpled, devoid of its initial beauty, and casually thrown on the floor.
In a hoarse voice, he spoke, âArenât you going to take a bath? It
Vicky seemed to not have heard his words and did not even glance at him.
Tylerâs gaze turned cold. âWhat is it? Do you want me to bathe you?â
Even with that, Vicky remained unresponsive.
The look in Tylerâs eyes darkened. He walked to the edge of the bed to look down at Vicky from above.
His shadow enveloped her, blocking the faint light that seeped through the curtains.
âHow dare you make such an expression? Itâs not like we havenât done this before. Who are you
showing that pathetic look to?â He questioned sharply.
Vicky still did not acknowledge him.
Losing his patience, Tyler lifted her up.
At the moment of contact, her body trembled lightly, but she quickly became unresponsive again.
Vickyâs hair was disheveled, her delicate, fair skin marred with visible marks, and there was an
unhealed wound on her lips, giving her a desolate appearance.
Tylerâs brows furrowed. He had no choice but to carry her into the bathroom. The bathtub was already
filled with water. Since Vicky refused to move, Tyler ended up washing her.
After the bath, Tyler carried her back to the bedroom.
Throughout the process, Vicky did not offer any response, as if her heart had already died.
Tylerâs tone grew even colder. âThatâs enough, Vicky. Are you throwing a tantrum because you want to
be punished further?â
Vicky remained indifferent to Tylerâs threats and his mood worsened, so he grasped her head and
kissed her again.
Vicky neither struggled nor refused, resembling a lifeless puppet, allowing him to do as he pleased.
A cold chuckle sounded in her ear, âVicky, Iâll let you go if you beg of me right now.â
Vickyâs lashes fluttered, but she refused to respond.
Seeing that she would not yield, a glimmer of ruthlessness flashed in Tylerâs eyes. He flipped her body
over and pinned her down with his weight once again.
Vicky tensed instantly and her body stiffened, but she still made no effort to resist, like a soulless toy.
Just then, a sudden ringing of the phone abruptly broke the silence.
Tylerâs actions halted, and he picked up the phone. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at the screen.
He cast a brief glance at Vicky, then curled his thin lips into a chilling smile that sent shivers down oneâs
spine as he answered the call.
A womanâs clear voice came from the other end of the line,â Tyler, when are you coming over? Iâm still
waiting for you in the room.â
âI have something to attend to, so I left,â he replied.
There was a moment of silence from the other side, followed by an anxious reply, âYou left? But⦠I am
trying on wedding dresses today!â