Chapter 677
Regardless of that, Vicky could not tolerate it because she was never in this kind of situation before.
Tyler hung his hospital gown on the side and looked at Vicky.
âAre you sure you still want to stay?â he asked.
âIâ¦â Vickyâs lips quivered. The courage she gathered disappeared into thin air when Tyler looked at
her.
Was she really going to stay here and look when Tyler had his shower?
Since Vicky said nothing, Tyler prepared to take off his underwear.
Just when his hand reached his waist, Vicky let out a shriek.
âAhh! Donât take it off!â
She quickly ran out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Tyler smirked when the door closed.
Immediately after Vicky ran out of the bathroom, she went to the window and opened it to take many
deep breaths.
What a crazy thing she just did; barging into a bathroom when a man was trying to take a shower and
she nearly saw his naked body.
âJust let him take his shower. Youâre not the one whoâs going to suffer. Why are you panicking?â she
thought as she looked for an excuse for her action. âI had to stop him from taking a shower because
heâs going to come down with another fever. If he continues to stay in the hospital, I need to take care
of him, and itâs going to cost me more time and energy. He had given me so much money, and I canât
bear to leave him alone in the hospital. I need to take care of him until heâs allowed to be discharged.
Thatâs why I wanted to stop him from taking a shower.â
After the round of self-consoling, Vicky felt much better.
She looked at the bathroom and closed all the windows in the ward. After that, she took the air-
conditionerâs remote control and tuned it to 30 degrees Celsius.
It was the start of autumn, so the temperature during the morning and the night was a big difference.
The days would normally be very hot, and the night would be chillier. It was true even at this very hour.
The sun was shining brightly outside with a hot temperature, yet Tylerâs body would not be able to
withstand even a cold gust blowing at him.
Thus, Vicky had to endure the discomfort and increased the temperature.
Several minutes later, Tyler came out of the bathroom. To his surprise, he noticed that the temperature
in the ward was relatively high. He looked around and saw Vicky fanning herself with a book.
Vicky looked at him just as she felt someone looking at her. She furrowed her brow when she noticed
his hair was still wet.
âWhy didnât you blow dry your hair?â she asked.
âItâs going to dry by itself before I sleep.â
Anger rushed through her upon hearing that answer. She did not say anything and went into the
bathroom with a sullen face and took out a hair dryer.
âGo sit on the couch,â she said faintly, âIâll dry your hair for you.â
After looking at Vickyâs cold and stern face, he decided to do as she said.
Vicky connected the hair dryer to the plug and started to dry Tylerâs hair. At this moment, it occurred to
her that it was not that easy to earn Tylerâs money.
She had to worry about everything, and if she kept her eyes off him even one second, he might try
doing something dumb that would make his sickness worse.
Despite her stern expression, she dried his hair softly. Her fingers stroked his hair so softly and gently.
Tyler looked at the mirror in front of him and at how focused Vicky was on blow-drying his hair.
Although her face contorted in displeasure, her eyes concentrated gently.
Suddenly, it reminded him of the moment he saw her
playing the piano. Her expression and eyes looked just as they were in that mirror reflection. i
Serious and formal, as if she was doing something very important.
For some reason, he felt like someone had stroked the string to his heart softly.