Chapter 1398: Chapter 1401

Chapter 1401

“Yeah.” Harvey expected this to happen and said, “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

Ted sighed in resignation and began to prepare for the extraction.

Vicky wanted to help, but Harvey spoke up, “Vicky, you should go home.”

“I’ll go after the bullets are out of you,” she insisted.

“This will take some time.” Harvey glanced at the clock. “If you return home too late, he’ll notice

something is wrong.”

Vicky froze, knowing Tyler had likely targeted Harvey because of her. Without her, Harvey would not

find himself hunted by Tyler’s assassins and his company maliciously bought over.

After a few moments of silence, she nodded. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He smiled at her. “Don’t worry. This is nothing but a scratch. I’ve survived this long, and I’ve seen

enough. This won’t stop me.

Harvey’s silence had its merits as the more he spoke, the more Vicky felt guilty. Suppressing her inner

remorse, Vicky left the office after bidding them farewell.

By the time she reached home, it was well past 10 at night. She had not received any calls or

messages, indicating that Tyler had not returned either.

The muddled feelings in her heart left her dazed as she turned on the small light in the entranceway

and changed into her slippers. She did not turn on the lights in the living room and instead headed

toward the stairs absentmindedly.

A deep, cool voice broke through the darkness. “Why are you back so late?”

Vicky’s steps faltered. She turned and spotted a man lounging lazily on the couch, his fingertips

emitting tiny scarlet glimmers.

It was then Vicky caught a whiff of the scent of smoke lingering in the air.

She walked over and asked, “When did you get back?”

In the dim light, their expressions were concealed in the shadows and remained unreadable.

“I got back around eight.” Tyler’s voice was indifferent. “Why did you come back so late today?”

“You told me you wouldn’t be back too early, and since I’d be coming home alone, I stayed in the office

to draw a few sketches.”

After a moment of silence, the table lamp by the couch was gently switched on.

A warm, golden light cast a soft glow on their faces, leaving everything else around the couch in

darkness.

As Vicky passed through the illuminated area, her face was instantly illuminated by the lamp’s glow.

In a soft voice, she asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you were back?”

“I’ve been coming back late recently, and you’ve always been waiting at home for me. I was suddenly

interested in how it feels to be the one waiting.”