Chapter 1084
Vickyâs eyes widened as she quickly turned on the bedside lamp. As the light illuminated the room, she
also caught a strong scent of alcohol.
Once she saw who barged into her room, Vickyâs face turned pale with anger.
âTyler, how did you get in?!â she exclaimed.
She locked the door before going to sleep, yet he somehow managed to enter her room.
He hasnât changed one bit. He still treats me with disregard and bullied me, just like before,â she
growled mentally.
âHow did I get in, you ask?â The man pocketed the key he held in his hand. âNaturallyâ¦I walked in.â
He seemed to have consumed a considerable amount of alcohol, and with his approach, the scent of
alcohol in the air grew stronger.
The dim bedside lamp reflected off his unfocused eyes. His voice remained cold, but there was
lethargy to it that was not usually present.
Tyler quickly approached her bedside, his tall and sturdy body pressing down heavily on her, before
leaning in and starting to kiss her. After a while, he noticed that she was not resisting or struggling like
before, which seemed to confuse him.
He opened his eyes and met a pair of clear and icy eyes.
Her eyes were as clear as a spring, reflecting his figure, devoid of any emotion-as if she were looking
at a stranger. Her gaze, reminiscent of a distant past, felt somewhat familiar.
Tyler then remembered that she had looked at him with the same eyes the first time she broke up with
him.
A sharp pain pierced through his chest.
Not wanting to look at her eyes, he lowered his head and kissed her again.
Vicky remained as unresponsive and cold as she had been moments ago, without resisting nor
responding.
He quickly stopped kissing her.
âWhatever you want to do, hurry up and do it. I need to wake up early tomorrow,â she said coldly.
The manâs voice turned hoarse. âVicky-â
âAre you going to do it or not?â she interrupted him coldly before he could finish. âIf youâre not going to,
can you please leave? I want to rest.â
Her impatience was evident on her face as she looked away, seemingly tired of the sight of him.
In the past, even when she was disappointed in him and resented him, she was never so indifferent. It
was as if nothing mattered anymore, and she could not be bothered to resent him any longer.
He looked at her and suddenly said, âYou spent so much time in his room⦠Did he hold you? Kiss
you? What did you two do?â
It was at this moment that Vicky realized Tyler was truly drunk as any sane person would be able to
deduce that nothing could happen between her and Lincoln, even if they tried given Lincolnâs current
condition.
Vicky knew deep down that reasoning with a drunkard was futile, so she remained quiet and did not
utter a single word.
âWhy arenât you saying anything?â Tylerâs expression darkened at her silence. âWhy wonât you explain
yourself?â
Vicky sneered. âWill you believe me if I explain myself? Since you wonât believe me no matter what I
do, why should I waste my time? Besidesâ¦â She gazed up to meet his eyes. âI donât have the
obligation to explain anything to you. Got it?â
Perhaps it was because Tyler was under the influence of alcohol, he was more easily provoked than
usual.
âVicky Shaw, if you dare to betray meâ¦â
Before he could finish, Vicky interrupted him and said,â Youâll make me regret it. Youâll make me beg for
death and make me pay, right? Tyler, do you know anything apart from blackmailing and threatening
others?â