Chapter 1052
âFine. Even if you want to stay in my house to recuperate, why did you move your things into my room?
If I remember correctly, your room is downstairs!â Vicky questioned him through gritted teeth.
Tyler replied calmly, âThe guest room is too small. Itâs not very comfortable to live in. Since none of you
are here, I can naturally choose whichever room in the entire mansion I want to stay in.â
âTyler, that house is mine, not yours.â
âAs of this moment, that house is still under my name.â
It was only then that Vicky remembered. Although they had signed an agreement stating that the house
belonged to her, the name on the deed had not been changed.
âWould you like for me to move out, then, Mister Hart?â
Tyler replied in a flat tone, âThereâs no need for that. Once my wound is completely healed, I will leave
your house.â
âTyler, how can you be so shameless?!â
âIâm shameless because of you. If you didnât stab me and refused to take responsibility, I wouldnât have
resorted to this.â
Vicky knew that she could not force him out even if she tried. She stated, âFine. Since you find my
room comfortable to stay in, then Iâll move to the guest room.â
He refused coldly, âNo. How will you take care of my daily needs if you move to another room?â
Vicky tightened her grip on the phone in her hand. âTyler, can you stop pushing my limits? Iâve already
agreed to let you stay in my house, but now you want to share the same room with me?â
âIf you donât want to stay in your own house, you can move to mine instead.â
Vicky clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white.â Tyler, what exactly do you want?â
Tylerâs voice remained extremely calm and answered, My intentions are already very clear. During this
time, you will live with me until my wound heals, and you will stay in my room. You wouldnât want me to
still be interested in you after I get married, right?â
Vicky fell silent on the other end of the line. After a few seconds, she hung up the phone.
She was trying hard to calm her emotions when her phone suddenly vibrated, indicating an incoming
message. Upon opening the message, she saw a text from Tyler.
[I want to have Italian food for dinner. Make it according to my preferences.]
Having read the text, Vicky threw her phone directly onto the bed.
In the evening, Tyler arrived home on time.
The lights in the dining room were on, and faint sounds could be heard coming from the kitchen as the
aroma of food filled the air.
He narrowed his eyes and walked to the entrance of the kitchen.
Vicky was busy in the kitchen. Her fair and beautiful profile was focused and attentive.
She was preparing a cold dish platter with a serious expression, completely unaware of the man
standing at the doorway. 1
It was not until she was embraced from behind that she noticed someoneâs presence.
Vicky jolted back in shock, and her lips were captured before she had the chance to react.
As the kitchen was fogged by the steam that came out of the pot, she was struggling to breathe under
his kiss.
Chills ran down her spine and she was terrified by the prospect that he might suddenly decide to take
her right there in the kitchen, so she shoved him away.
âStop. The stew is going to burnâ¦â
Tyler let her go at her words.
Not daring to meet his eyes, she continued, âYou should get changed. Food will be ready soon.â
Tyler seemed to be in a good mood and did not attempt anything else. He hummed in response and left
the kitchen. Vicky let out a long breath of relief as soon as he was gone.