Chapter 1285: Chapter 1288

Chapter 1288

“Vicky.” Tyler’s warm breath brushed against Vicky’s skin.” Are you protecting me?”

Her gaze shifted away, and she ignored his question. “We need to maintain a united image and confirm

some details. If they ask us where we traveled to and we end up saying two different places—mmph!”

Instantly, her words were swallowed by his lips as he kissed her passionately.

She froze for a moment and started to push him away.” Tyler, I’m being serious here…”

Tyler, however, grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the office desk, deepening their kiss.

After a long while, he finally turned his head to release her temporarily.

The lack of oxygen left Vicky panting as she glared at the man before her. “Tyler Hart!”

“Vicky, I’m very happy,” his gaze toward her was profound, sending shivers down her spine.

Vicky was taken aback. “You…are happy?”

Although they managed to handle the board meeting temporarily, there was hardly anything to be

happy about as she knew the others would still find ways to test Tyler’s limits. Moreover, Tyler had

physically hurt someone, and she did not know if there would be any repercussions in secret.

‘Despite all that, he’s happy?’ she thought in confusion. ‘Has his memory started to mix up again? Is his

condition worsening? Or had his cognition deteriorated to this extent, making it impossible for him to

distinguish between good and bad things accurately?’

“Mmh,” he replied huskily while gently kissing her cheek. “ You don’t need to sacrifice yourself in this

way for me, though. Their opinions don’t matter to me.”

Vicky wanted to say something, but Tyler lowered his head again and kissed her once more. Vicky

could not push him away.

After sticking together for the entire afternoon, Tyler finally let her go before Harry arrived.

After discussing matters about the upcoming press conference, Harry drove Vicky and Tyler back

home.

Just as they were about to leave, Tyler suddenly called out to Harry, “Harry, come to my study.”

Harry’s expression shifted slightly. “Sure.” He knew Tyler must have something to discuss with him

privately.

In the study, Harry made sure to close the door securely before asking, “Mister Hart, what do you need

me to do?”

“How is Mister Zeeland doing?” Tyler asked.

“He only has a concussion.”

Harry understood what Tyler was getting at when he brought up Mister Zeeland as he knew Tyler’s

temperament well. Although he would not care about insults from others, it did not mean he would

tolerate them. Mister Zeeland was definitely going to be punished for what he did.

As a capable assistant, Harry knew he had to be mindful of Tyler’s intentions and asked, “Mister Hart,

should I teach Mister Zeeland some psychological lessons or physical ones?”

Psychological lessons would involve setting traps to ruin him financially, causing him extreme mental

distress but sparing physical harm. Physical lessons, on the other hand, were much more

straightforward and brutal.

To Harry’s bewilderment, Tyler said, “That won’t be necessary. Visit him with a fruit basket.”

Harry instinctively asked, “Do you want me to poison the apples?”