Tyler looked into Vickyâs eyes. âWhy didnât you take your phone with you?â
âI was in a hurry and left the phone at the door when I put on my shoes. I only remembered that I didnât
have my phone with meâ¦when I was at your office. I asked the guard about you and was told you
werenât in today, so I came back.â
However, the distance from this apartment to Tylerâs office was very far. It was difficult to hail a taxi
since it was raining heavily, so she was drenched even with an umbrella.
Since she failed to locate Tyler and did not have her phone with her, she could only come back to the
apartment.
The moment she saw Tyler, she was struck with happiness. Still, she did not understand why Tyler was
mad at her in the first place.
When she was on the way back, she kept asking herself what she did to have made Tyler angry. Was it
because she agreed to have intimacy with him when they were not married or an actual couple? Was it
because he thought she was alright with sleeping with any men?
Meanwhile, her explanation soothed Tylerâs tense nerves.
She was not leaving him. Instead, she left the apartment because she looked for him.
Vicky looked up timidly to carefully inspect his emotion. âAre youâ¦still angry?â
After a moment of silence, Tyler answered, âNo.â
âReally?â
âYes.â Tyler approached her, wanting to lift her.
Her clothes were wet and discomforting when they stuck to her skin. Instinctively, she backed up a few
steps when Tyler wanted to lift her.
Tyler was shocked, and he gazed at Vicky.
Quickly, Vicky explained, âMy clothes are wet. Your clothes will get wet if you carry me.â
âItâs fine.â Tyler went ahead and lifted her nonetheless.
He brought her to the bathroom. âTake a hot bath so you wonât get sick. Iâm going to make you some
hot soup.â
âOkay.â Vicky felt warm even before the hot bath. âPut me down.â
Tyler put her down.
There was already water filled in the bathtub.
As Vicky was about to test the water temperature, Tylerâs hand reached for the button on her top. She
froze at this, and her body became tense.
âIâ¦I can take it off myself.â
Tyler did not say anything and continued to unbutton her top.
Vickyâs body trembled, but she did not struggle or reject him anymore. She looked down and covered
her face with her long hair.
Soon, Tyler helped her to take off her top, and he touched her delicate skin.
âIt healed.â His voice was deep and cold. âI donât see any scars.â
Vicky looked up at him in surprise.
Tyler bent down and kissed her forehead. âEnjoy your bath. Iâm going to make soup for you now.â
Right after that, he left the bathroom.
He was just checking if she had scars after all.
She thoughtâ¦
Her face blushed.
â¦
After she finished her bath, there was hot soup on the table.
Tyler looked at her wet hair and furrowed his eyebrows. âWhy didnât you blow dry your hair?â
âI forgot,â Vicky answered.
Tyler got up and said, âDrink the soup. Iâll go get the hair dryer.â
Vicky remained where she was and looked at his tall, strong back. Her chest felt heavy as if a rock was
stuck inside.
Shortly, Tyler returned with the hair dryer in his hand. Vicky went to the couch after she finished the
soup.
As expected, Tyler helped Vicky to blow dry her hair, albeit rather clumsily.