Chapter 1464
Vicky did not know what to say.
After a few moments of silence, she said gently, âUntie me first.â
Vickyâs reluctance to answer his question sounded like an affirmation to Tyler. Instead of letting her go,
he pulled her closely into his embrace and became agitated. âNo! I wonât let you leave me.â
Sensing something was wrong with his tone, she frowned in concern and said, âTylerâ¦â
Before she could say another word, Tyler lowered his head and sealed her lips with a kiss.
In the bathroom, Tyler held Vicky and gently lowered her into the comfortably warm bathwater. Vicky
kept her gaze lowered, her emotions hidden from view.
Tyler opened his mouth to speak a couple of times but ultimately remained silent.
His movements were cautious and hesitant with the weight of knowing he had once again forced
himself on Vicky.
When his fingers made contact with her body, Vicky reflexively flinched for an instant, but she did not
continue to shy away.
Steam wafted through the bathroom, blurring their faces.
After a while, Tylerâs hoarse voice broke the silence of the bathroom. âIâm sorry.â
Vickyâs eyelashes fluttered, and she lifted her gaze to look at him.
His features lay an air of desolation and melancholy, filled with regret over what transpired moments
ago.
Intimacy was not always about pleasure. It could sometimes be a means to exert power over the other
party, driven by Tylerâs urge to keep her hidden out of fear someone might snatch her.
Studying Tylerâs expression, Vickyâs heart softened in an instant.
Clearly, Tyler still struggled to control his emotions despite having regained clarity.
âIs my presence truly poisonous to him?â she thought, feeling somewhat lost.
She could not deny the immense joy she felt when Tyler came to find her. When she discovered he had
regained his memories, she was over the moon. She even harbored hope that perhaps she could be
with Tyler again.
Alas, reality dawned on her. At this very moment, she finally understood why Old Mister Hart had not
shown any urgency or concern when Tyler came looking for her. He must have foreseen that, upon
seeing her, all the progress in Tylerâs treatment would be erased, and they would return to square one.
He was showing her the harsh reality, urging her to relinquish unrealistic fantasies.
With that realization in mind, Vicky lowered her head, her blood running cold.
âTyler, Iâm so tired of this,â she said hoarsely. âNow that youâre awake, you should understand that my
patience with you has worn thin. You know that I canât keep living like this.
I canât keep living with your daily episodes and how you constantly hurt me. Iâve been living each day in
constant fear of being strangled to death one dayâ¦â