Even if Vicky wanted to make some modifications, she would not know where to start. Tylerâs looks and
physique concealed any flaws or imperfections in her first design of menâs clothing.
âVery well.â Vicky nodded, then asked, âWhat do you think?â
As she posed the question, a slight unease flickered within her, making her feel like a child awaiting her
exam results.
Tyler walked to the dressing mirror and examined himself.
For a man known for his meticulous pursuit of perfection, he surprisingly revealed a satisfied
expression. âNot bad.â
âReally?â Vicky observed the expression on his face. âIf something dissatisfies you, please let me know.
I can make adjustments. Please donât force yourself into liking it.â
âI know.â Tylerâs tone was calm. âI wonât force myself to make you happy.â
Vicky trembled slightly, knowing he was already forcing himself for her sake.
After a few seconds of silence, Vicky murmured, âWhy donât you try on some other clothes?â
Unexpectedly, Tyler spoke, âYouâre upset.â
âNo, Iâm not.â
The manâs deep, black eyes were sharp and penetrating. âI know when you are upset.â
Vicky had not anticipated that Tyler would be so perceptive, and a trace of weariness appeared on her
face. âMaybe Iâm just tired from spending so much time outside today. I didnât get much rest at noon
before we went out.â
Tyler looked at her for a moment and seemed to be assessing whether she was lying. After a while, his
expression softened, and he gently embraced her. âSince youâre tired, letâs head back and rest. I can
try on these clothes another day.â
Worried that Tyler might realize she saw the notes, Vicky simply nodded.
The next day, Tyler went to work as usual.
The following week proceeded normally. Tyler continued to act as if he had not forgotten her at all. Had
Vicky not found his journal, she might have been deceived by this tranquil facade.
One day, Vicky was on the phone with Isabella.
âMissus Hart, Iâm sorry, but even if I utilize Theodoreâs connections, I canât find the true seller.â
Though disappointed, Vicky was not surprised and said, âItâs fine. Even Tyler and Harvey struggled to
find that person, after all.â
Feeling guilty, Isabella asked, âHow is Mister Hart doing now?â
After a moment of silence, Vicky decided to tell the truth, and Isabella remained quiet for a long while
after that.
âMissus Hart,â Isabella said hesitantly when suddenly, the door to Vickyâs room flew open with a loud
âbangâ.
Before Vicky could register what was happening, she saw Tyler storming in with bloodshot eyes and a
malicious glare.
Judging from the look in his eyes, he was even more furious than when he thought she was pregnant
with another manâs child.
âTylerâ¦â
Before she could finish, Tyler grabbed her by the neck.