Chapter 1149
The taste of blood filled their mouths, and Tyler paused.
Neither of them could see each otherâs face in the dark, and only his eyes glittered.
âI asked the doctors,â he said hoarsely, his voice echoing in the quiet night. âYou have fully recovered,
so itâs going to be fine.â
Click!
The light on the nightstand was lit, and he gazed at her. âAre you worried that Iâm turning the lights off
because I donât want to look at your face?â
Vicky looked away. âIâ¦â
Tyler somehow countered every excuse she could come up with, and she found herself speechless.
Tyler lowered his head to kiss her again, and Vicky instinctively turned her head so that his kiss landed
on her cheek.
Instantly, tension rose in the air.
Vicky lowered her gaze, knowing that Tyler was upset without looking at him.
After a few moments of silence, she spoke truthfully, âCan you give me some more time? Iâm⦠Iâm still
scared from what happened last time.â
The air froze in an instant.
âIâm sorry.â It took him a while, but he finally spoke, his voice even huskier. âI was wrong about what
happened last time.â Tyler sat up and slowly moved away from her. âIâll go take a shower.â
He knew they still had a long life together ahead of them, so he reminded himself that there was no
point in rushing.
With that, he got up and headed toward the bathroom.
As Vicky watched his tall figure as he stepped away, she was dazed.
Tyler had always done as he pleased and never cared about her well-being or emotions, so she
thought he would ignore her wishes just as he had done so many times.
To her surprise, he actually spared her.
After a while, the man emerged from the bathroom and returned to bed, falling asleep wordlessly with
her in his arms.
The next day, Vicky went to a nearby park to get some fresh air alongside Angela.
Standing on the bridge, Vicky looked at the calm surface of the water, her mind filled with thoughts of
the person who poisoned her.
âWas it Valencia, Avery, Old Mister Hart, orâ¦someone else?â she thought.
There were too many people with reasons to poison her, and Vicky was clueless.
Suddenly, a clear female voice sounded from behind. âOh, Ms. Shaw?â
Vicky turned her head, and Avery approached her elegantly.
Taking in the hat, sunglasses, and mask Vicky was wearing, Avery gasped in surprise. âWhat
happened to you? Itâs so hot today, so why are you wearing such a thick hat?â She was smiling, but her
gaze seemed unfriendly. âLincoln has developed a rash on his face, and he canât be exposed to light or
wind. Ms. Shaw, why are you wearing all these? Are you trying to share his suffering and hardship?â
Facing Averyâs sarcastic words, Vicky remained expressionless. âMiss Yeager, you came to visit me not
long ago, so you should be aware of my persistent high fever. Now that my health is just starting to
recover, itâs only natural that I avoid the wind and wear a slightly thicker hat. Is that so strange?â
âIf you canât be exposed to wind, then why donât you rest in your room? Why go out and cause trouble
for yourself and others?â Avery asked pointedly.
With that, Avery walked a few steps closer to Vicky and snatched her hat off.