Chapter 1441
Vickyâs eyelashes fluttered.
After a miscarriage years ago, her body suffered damage, making it difficult for her to conceive.
She had indeed undergone medication treatment for a while but with no improvement. Other matters
then intervened, and she gradually gave up the idea.
Tyler had not brought up the topic of having children in a long time, too.
As she was lost in her thoughts, Tylerâs kisses littered her skin.
Vicky snapped back to reality. âNo, we havenât had breakfastâ¦â
âIâll have you first,â he said in a muffled voice.
Unable to fight him, she caved under his wanton kisses.
Before long, she was suddenly lifted, and only then did Vicky regain her senses.
She gently pushed Tyler away.
Tyler lowered his head, his burning gaze fixating on her.
Unable to refuse the look in his eyes, she blushed. âThe⦠stove is still on.â
Tyler finally noticed the pot of soup on the stove. Turning off the stove, he lifted Vicky into his arms and
headed upstairs.
The sound of running water echoed in the bathroom. Vickyâs phone, placed on the bedside table,
vibrated softly.
A message from Isabella informed her that she had met with the doctor who provided the medication.
Vicky swiftly sent a reply. [What did he say?]
[He said he didnât provide this medicine; he was just an intermediary. As for who gave him this
medicine, he wasnât quite sure, but he mentioned that the other party told him there is currently no
antidote for this medicine.]
Vicky furrowed her brow. [Thereâs no antidote? Does this mean Tyler will forever live in a delusion?]
[This medicine isnât potent enough to affect someoneâs entire life.] Isabella explained. [However, given
Mister Hartâs current condition, he canât afford to wait until the medicine completely loses its effect.
Also, no one knows when it will wear off completely.]
Staring at the messages from Isabella, Vicky hesitated to reply for a long while.
Averyâs malice exceeded her expectations by far, marked by the resolve to destroy what she could not
have.
Vicky knew she could not act on impulses and needed to consider Tylerâs future. If things continued this
way, she and Tyler would have no future at all.
Amid her thoughts, Tyler finished his shower and emerged from the bathroom. He seemed to be in a
foul mood and absentmindedly massaged his temples.
Vicky quickly set her phone down. âAre you really okay with not going to work today?â
Not long ago, Tyler had told her he would take the day off to accompany her. It had been a while since
they had a proper date. He had been unusually clear-minded lately, so it was even more rare for them
to go on a date.
Upon hearing her voice, Tyler turned his gaze toward her with a distant expression. His eyes lacked the
earlier scorching intensity, nor did they hold the usual gentleness he had when looking at her.
Vicky flinched anxiously. âTyler, areâ¦you alright?â
She wanted to ask if he lost touch with reality again but decided against it.
âWhy wouldnât I be?â he said coldly.
He glanced at the wrinkled sheets and the marks on Vickyâs body, narrowing his eyes coldly.
Realizing what happened earlier, his expression darkened.
He bent down to grab his shirt on the ground and started getting dressed with his back toward her.