Chapter 680: Chapter 682

Chapter 682

Vicky went in through the door and saw Tyler reading on his bed.

The remnants of the sunset spilled through the pristine window and caressed the chiseled contours of

the man’s handsome face, casting a rosy glow over his features like a serene and graceful painting.

Vicky was an art student, so the beautiful sight before her captured her eyes and she could not bring

herself to look away.

Tyler heard her entering the room but did not lift his head.

Puzzled by the absence of footsteps and chattering, he glanced up and met the woman’s starry-eyed

gaze.

“Why are you back so early today?” he asked expressionlessly.

Vicky immediately snapped out of it and looked away sheepishly. ”1 brought you dinner.” She took out

the packed food. “You once said that you like the food from this restaurant, right? I brought you some of

their dishes… Oh, I made them pack the spaghetti and sauce separately.”

Tyler’s germaphobia affected his life greatly, and he disliked the idea of mixing the sauce with any food

that he was consuming, so Vicky made sure not to trigger that.

Tyler glanced at the bag, and the look on his face darkened as he thought of something. “I don’t want

it.”

“But you said—”

He interrupted her impatiently, “Take it away.”

Vicky could sense that Tyler had been in a bad mood in the past two days and frowned. “Mister Hart,

what is wrong with you lately? Is something bothering you?”

Tyler had been having extreme mood swings in the past two days and would be sarcastic on occasion.

He looked up and said, “How is that any of your business? Don’t you think you’re stepping out of line?”

‘This again!’ Vicky thought with resignation. Instead of getting angry, she asked patiently, “What do you

want, then? Should I cook for you or perhaps buy something else for you in a different restaurant?”

“I don’t want anything.”

“No way. You haven’t recovered and your stomach is frail, so you have to eat at least three meals a

day…”

“Whether I have a frail stomach and take my meals on time is my decision to make. You’re just

someone I hired, so just follow whatever command your employer gives you.” He narrowed his eyes

sharply. “Miss Shaw, you are out of line.”

Though she knew that he was telling the truth, she could not help but feel a sharp pain in her chest.

“Mister Hart, I don’t mean to bother you,” she whispered. “I’m just worried about you.”

“I don’t need your worry.” His expression was frosty and distant like the first time she knew him.

Vicky could sense that they had grown closer in the past week.

“Also… I’ve never asked for you to take care of me here,” Tyler added coldly. “If you’re busy, you are

free to leave, Miss Shaw. There’s no point in acting like you’re just repaying your debt to me when all

you want is to entertain multiple ends at a time.”

“Entertain multiple ends at a time?” she repeated in confusion. “What does that mean, Mister Hart?”

Her eyes were filled with confusion, and had Tyler not seen the scene earlier, he might have believed

that she did not have any ulterior motive.

Not wanting to explain himself, he said, “Just leave. Don’t come back again.”

Vicky had been devoted to taking care of Tyler. Though Tyler had never shot a smile her way, she did

not expect to be treated so cruelly.

Tears welled in her eyes. “Mister Hart, is it something I did that upset you?”