Chapter 1394: Chapter 1397

Chapter 1397

Vicky called Tyler several times, but he never picked up. Finally, Vicky stood up.

Just then, she heard the sound of the door opening. Simultaneously, unsteady footsteps echoed in the

hallway, and Harry walked in supporting Tyler.

A strong scent of alcohol hung in the air as Vicky approached. She looked at them, concerned. “Why

did you drink so much?”

Harry cleared his throat awkwardly and explained, “We secured a major deal today, and Mister Hart

was quite pleased, so…he ended up having a bit too much to drink.”

Tyler was always reserved most of the time and rarely got drunk, so Vicky found it rather difficult to

believe he would get carried away over a business deal.

“You can go home now. I’ll help him upstairs,” she said.

“Okay.”

After Harry left, Vicky supported Tyler and guided him to their bedroom.

He was shaky in his steps, and his entire weight rested upon her. Though he was not overweight, his

tall figure made it difficult to help him up the stairs.

She gently placed him onto the bed, then proceeded to remove his shoes and coat.

The crystal chandelier above cast a bright glow, and his profound features appeared perfect and

mysterious in the radiant light.

Vicky fetched a damp towel from the bathroom, wanting to wipe away the remnants of alcohol from his

face. Tyler lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow over

his face.

His shirt collar was undone, revealing his Adam’s apple and collarbones.

As she approached with the towel, Tyler suddenly opened his eyes.

“Are you awake?” Vicky looked at him. “Why did you drink so much? Does your head hurt?”

He blinked and watched her intently.

Seeing the vacant look in his eyes, Vicky grew worried.” Tyler, are you okay?”

For reasons Tyler could not fathom, the worry on her face transformed into coldness and disgust in his

eyes.

His eyes widened, and he swiftly turned to pin her down.

Startled, the towel slipped from Vicky’s hand and fell to the floor. ‘Tyler, what’s wrong?”

His towering figure blocked out the light behind him. “Vicky, you can’t leave me, ever.” Tyler’s voice was

hoarse as he lowered his head and gently kissed her earlobe. His breath was scorching.

Despite being drunk, he was still extremely strong.

Trapped between the bed and his chest, Vicky found herself unable to escape.

“I’ve never thought of leaving,” she reassured him gently. “I promised you that I won’t leave you again,

Tyler.”

“You promised before, too.” He narrowed his eyes dazedly.” But you still left anyway… I worked so hard

to make you mine, yet you keep running from me.” Intoxicated, he spoke slowly, “I’m boring and

unromantic. You only started dating me to thank me for what I did. I know you’ve never liked or loved

me… I could only trick you and force you into marrying me and staying by my side… I’ve never

regretted it, and I never will.”

Touched, Vicky said patiently, “Tyler, what I said when I broke up with you doesn’t mean anything. You

are amazing, and you kept me safe when I needed protection most… I didn’t date you simply to repay

the debt I owed you.”

Still, Tyler remained agitated, and his eyes reddened. “So why are you doing this to me?!”