Tylerâs expression darkened.
Vicky glanced at the menu and ordered two dishes. The waiter left after taking their order.
Tyler said, âIs there somewhere youâd like to go tomorrow?â
Vicky, sipping on her water as Tyler spoke, immediately choked. âWhat?!â
Tyler frowned and pulled out a tissue to wipe the water on her jaw. âDo you want to go somewhere
tomorrow? I can come with you.â
She stared at him in disbelief. âDonât you need to work tomorrow?â
âI am taking tomorrow off.â
Vicky never expected he would voluntarily suggest taking her out, and for a moment, she struggled to
respond.
âWellâ¦â Vicky pondered. âStaying at home is also fine.â
Tylerâs lashes fluttered slightly. âBeing cooped up at home isnât good for the body. We should go out
occasionally.â
âSo he does know being cooped up at home isnât good for the body, huh?â she thought.
Vicky observed him for a while and found no signs of discomfort on his face, which tomorrow, then. Itâs
been a long time since Iâve done that,â she suggested.
Tyler had no objections. âAlright.â
Vickyâwho had not been out shopping in a long timeâwoke up early the following morning.
Despite trying to conceal it, she could not hide her excitement. She was not a homebody, and staying
indoors had been quite suffocating. Being able to go out on a date with Tyler was thrilling.
Vicky picked out some new clothes and stood in front of the mirror. She tried them on and chose which
outfit to wear for the outing.
Tyler, who had changed into his clothes, studied the joy in her eyes thoughtfully.
Sensing his gaze, Vicky turned her head to find him dressed in a suit, and her eyebrows twitched
slightly. âTyler, weâre going out on a date today, not for work. You donât have to dress so formally.â
Upon hearing her words, Tylerâs gaze flickered. âA date?â
âYes.â Vicky pushed him into the walk-in closet. âWeâre going out to have fun together. Isnât that called a
date?â She picked out a casual outfit for him and asked, âHow about this one?â
Tyler usually wore a suit and rarely dressed casually.
He glanced at the clothes in Vickyâs hands and replied
calmly, âWhatever you like.â
âWhether I like it or not doesnât matter. What matters is whether you like it,â she said.
Tyler lowered his gaze and looked at her, his voice husky as he said, âYour preference matters most.â
Vicky smiled, feeling that he seemed to be growing more considerate. âWell then, letâs go with this
outfit.â
Tylerâs tall and elegant figure resembled that of a male model, making anything he wore look good. He
rarely dressed casually, and this sudden change made him look even more eye-catching.
Vickyâs eyes were almost fixed on him and thought to herself, âGood-looking men indeed looked good
in anything they wear.â