Tyler stared at Vicky with his dark eyes.
Vickyâs heart raced, and she instinctively looked away.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled the door by the passengerâs seat open. âGet in,â he said before
shoving her inside.
ââ¦â Vicky knew better than to act hysterically in public, so she did not struggle.
Tyler drove to a certain restaurant. Once they entered a private room, the waiter brought them the
menu.
Vicky flipped through the pages and realized it had been a long time since she had a meal with Tyler
alone ever since Gloria returned.
The thought depleted her appetite, so she ordered a salad and handed the menu back. âThatâll be all,â
she said.
Tyler, who was reading the menu, looked up. âThatâs it?â
âYeah.â
âAre you a cat or something?â He paused and corrected himself, âEven a cat eats more than you do.â
ââ¦â
Vicky was so frustrated by Tyler that she could barely eat, but she did not want to waste time explaining
herself to Tyler. âIâm on a diet. I donât want to eat too much.â
He glanced at her and mocked, âA flat-chested woman like you are going on a diet? Do you aspire to
become a skeleton?â
Her breath caught in her chest as his words reminded her of the memories she recently recovered.
He used to mock her in a similar tone, saying that he was interested in her; it was shortly after that that
he got drunk and attacked her.
âIf my figure bothers you so much, donât go to sleep every night with a skeleton in your arms, then,â she
said coldly.
Ever since Tyler started spending nights at home, he returned to his animalistic ways.
It was bad enough that he only had the urge to satisfy his lust in mind; he would hold onto her in sleep
so tightly that it was hard to breathe.
She tried to escape his restraints but never succeeded, so she eventually gave up. Nonetheless, she
refused to put up with him for mocking her figure.
Tyler stared at her and said, âItâs precisely because I donât want to hold a skeleton in my arms at night
that Iâm reminding you that your figure isnât offering me much comfort lately.â
Vicky clenched her fists. âThen donât lay your hands on me!â
âWhy did I marry you, then? So that I can put you on a shelf to admire like some kind of trophy?â
Vicky wanted to argue, but she noticed that the waiter was trying his best to suppress his laughter.
Fearing that Tyler might run his mouth and say something ridiculous again, she looked away and
ignored Tyler.
Tyler did not tease her any further and simply proceeded to place a few orders of Vickyâs favorite
dishes.
After the waiter was gone, Vicky said sarcastically, âHow kind of you to remember the preference of so
many people, Mister Hart.â
Vicky intercepted the dinner date between Gloria and Tyler before, and at the time, Tyler managed to
place an order according to Gloriaâs preference as well.
Vicky remembered how Gloriaâs irritation melted away at that moment.
Though Tyler was doing the same thing to her, Vicky did not feel moved and was only amused by his
ability to remember multiple womenâs preferences.
Tyler lifted an eyebrow and looked at Vicky. âAre you jealous?â
She smiled. âNo. Iâm impressed by your memory. Itâd be horrible if you accidentally mix things up.â
Though there was a smile on her face, her tone remained sarcastic.
Tyler was not provoked and instead smiled in response. âDonât worry. I have great memories, so I wonât
mix things up.â