Tyler narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Vicky. âWhat?1
Vicky studied his face and said, âIsnât this what you wanted?â
Vicky was no fool and knew well enough to conclude what Tyler had been trying to do; he was torturing
himself so that she would eventually concede defeat.
Aurora was right. Vicky could never be heartless toward Tyler, which was likely the reason why he felt
so confident.
Vicky spoke frankly, âYou slept in a room with the window open all night to force me into deciding, right?
Youâve won now. Arenât you happy?â
Tyler gazed at her but remained silent.
After a few seconds, Vicky stood up. âIâll call the doctor.â
As she left, Tyler watched her with a mysterious glint in the depth of his eyes.
A week later, Tyler finally recovered and was discharged from the hospital.
On the day of his discharge, the doctor looked at Vicky hesitantly. âMissus Hart, even though Mister
Hart has good physical qualities, he canât withstand such abuse. His injuries have healed, but it has
depleted his vitality. He shouldâve been carefully recuperating, eating and resting on time, not
overworking himself.â
Pausing for a moment, the doctor looked disapprovingly at Vicky. âMister Hart works constantly and
often skips meals. He developed a fever this time because his body hadnât recovered properly, and he
resumed a heavy workload while suffering from stomach problems and excessive alcohol
consumption⦠These are all dangerous actions. If you cannot control Mister Hartâs daily behavior, it
might be better to keep him hospitalized for further recuperation.â
Vicky remained silent for a long time before saying, âIâm sorry for my negligence. I promise that such a
thing wonât happen again in the future.â
After listening to the doctorâs advice, Vicky finally returned to the car. She sat next to Tyler, her
expression indifferent.
During the days she had been taking care of Tyler in the hospital, she had almost always worn this
distant demeanor, saying little and rarely smiling.
In the driverâs seat, Harry raised his head. âMister Hart⦠Are we going home or back to the company?â
Before Tyler could reply, Vicky said, âHome. All of his engagements for the next three days will be
postponed.â
Harryâs gaze flickered as he subconsciously glanced at Tyler.
Tyler turned his gaze to Vicky and remained silent, and Harry instantly got the message.
Yesterday, when he came to report to Tyler, he had arranged his schedule for after the hospital
discharge. Afternoon meetings could be canceled, but there was a contract signing the next day.
Judging from Tylerâs silence, Harry knew that the contract signing would need to be canceled as well.
After returning to the mansion, Harry carried their luggage upstairs and quickly left.
Vicky entered Tylerâs room and tidied up his belongings, moving everything back to the master
bedroom.
As Tyler watched her buzzing away, he approached her from behind and hugged her.
She stilled. âGo to rest. Iâll make you lunch after Iâm done with this.â
He refused to let go and asked, âAre you regretting this, Vicky?â
She remained quiet for a while before saying, âNo.â
âBut youâre not happy.â
She placed down the things in her hands and turned to look at Tyler with a mocking smile. âTyler, when
have you ever asked me what I want? When have you ever cared about how I feel?â