Chapter 785: Chapter 787

Tyler stared into Vicky’s eyes and gritted out, “Say that again, Vicky.”

In a fit of rage, his eyes reddened as he began panting heavily. His fingers around her wrist were

trembling ever so slightly, threatening to snap her wrist in half.

Her heart sank and wondered for a moment as to why she would risk enraging him after all that she

had put up with in the past.

She knew that she would only suffer if she provoked Tyler. On top of that, she was still undertaking

hypnosis in secret, so it was the worst time possible to be in a conflict with Tyler.

She pursed her lips and turned her head around in silence, but her silence did not appease his anger.

He lifted her chin and glared at her with rage burning in his eyes. “Who was that man, Vicky?”

“I don’t know,” she answered. “It was late, and I couldn’t catch a taxi. That man happened to drive by,

so I asked for his help to give me a lift.”

“Didn’t you say he is your lover?”

She closed her eyes. “You’ve been spending days and nights with Gloria yet confront me without so

much as asking what happened first. I got mad, so I bluffed.”

“Sometimes, words said in a fit of rage are the most truthful ones.”

Her lashes fluttered as she stared at him. “You know who I’ve seen ever since I lost my memories. I’ve

forgotten all about what happened before the accident, so there’s no point for me to lie to you.”

His glare remained sharp. “Why are you home so late, then?”

Her lips curled into a bitter smile. “It’s not rare for me to get home at this time when I’m busy with work.

I’ve received a few new orders lately… I might be slightly later than usual today, but I’ve only arrived

home half an hour later than yesterday.”

Though she did not say it out loud, she was clearly telling him that this was not the only night she

returned home late, and that Tyler was merely unaware of it because he had been home even later

recently.

The look in his eyes darkened. “Is that so?”

“Feel free to look into it.”

Since she did not seem to be lying, the dark look on his face eased.

“Can you let go of my wrist?” Vicky stared at him. “You’re going to break it.”

He immediately let her go.

She rubbed her wrist and noticed that her skin was already bruising. She shot one last glare at the man

and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Tyler remained still.

Vicky raised her voice, “Get out of the way. I want to take a shower.”

Tyler showed no intention of moving, and Vicky finally lost her patience, so she tried to shove him

away.

The moment her hands came into contact with his chest, he lowered his head to capture her lips. He

seemed to have smoked quite a few cigarettes, so he was practically soaked in the scent of tobacco.

She scowled in disgust and moved away from his kiss, so his lips landed on the corner of her lips.

She refused to look at him and said, “I’m exhausted. I want to take a shower and get some rest.”

“Sure,” he said hoarsely. “Let’s shower together.”

Vicky paled as showering with Tyler would always lead to other things.

“Tyler, I’m tired.” She forced herself to calm her tone, but could not suppress the contempt on her face.

“Let’s just get some rest.”

Tyler’s expression darkened when he saw the impatience on her face. “No can do,” he said

emotionlessly. “You are ovulating today. We need to try harder for a baby.”