Chapter 887: Chapter 889

Chapter 889

Tyler scowled. “Don’t wear any backless dress. I don’t like it.”

“It’s fine. I like it.” “No.”

Vicky stared into his eyes. “And if I insist on wearing one?”

Tyler looked at her unblinkingly for a while before saying, “It looks like we won’t be attending the

gathering after all.”

She froze. “What do you mean?”

He narrowed his eyes dangerously and brushed his lips against her cheek. “Are you sure you want to

seduce me again, Vicky?”

Realization finally dawned on Vicky. “You’re the one who can’t control yourself, yet you blame it all on

me,” she muttered. “You accuse me of seducing you, then say that I don’t look good in backless

dresses…”

“I never said you don’t look good in one,” Tyler said.

Vicky wanted to argue but instantly realized that he was right.

It was already rude of them to be late to a family gathering, and it would be atrocious for them to not

show up at all.

“Fine. I won’t wear a backless dress.” Vicky caved. “Just get off of me.”

Instead of getting up, Tyler requested, “I’ll pick what you wear.”

Vicky thought that he was offering to help out of guilt for tearing her dress apart, so she nodded. “Sure.”

Tyler went into the closet, and after searching for a long while, he finally picked something.

When Vicky saw the clothes he picked, she blurted out,” Tyler, have you gone mad? Why are you

taking my pajamas out?”

“It suits you.”

“Are you trying to embarrass me at the party, Tyler?” Memories of the past crossed her mind, and her

expression darkened. “Do you want others to laugh at me for wearing something like this?”

“No one will dare to laugh at you with me around,” he said.

Vicky’s heart fluttered slightly, but she shook her head regardless. “No way. Even if they won’t laugh at

me to my face, they’ll all think that I’m crazy.”

Seeing how determined she was, Tyler went on to pick out a set of exercise attire. “This one, then.”

“… I can’t wear a jersey and yoga pants to a party.”

“It’s a family gathering. You don’t really have to get all dressed up,” he said.

Though it was a family gathering, Vicky did not see the Harts as her family.

Vicky had accompanied Valencia to numerous social gatherings and even attended a few so-called

‘family banquets’, which were nothing more than occasions for flattery and degradation.

At these gatherings, young ladies of high status and elegant women would compare themselves to one

another relentlessly.

Vicky, with her own respectable background, had witnessed such events before. However, it was not

until she attended these banquets with Valencia that she truly understood the extravagance of top-tier

aristocratic gatherings.

Everything from clothes, shoes, and handbags, to the jewelry adorning their bodies was put on display

for comparison.

Anything that could be seen with eyes was considered a flaunt of one’s status. Hence, attending such

an occasion in sportswear would not only subject Vicky to ridicule, but people would also consider her

mad.

“No.” Vicky refused to wear such hideous attire to the family banquet, no matter what.

The two of them reached an impasse.

In the end, they compromised and chose a moderately fashionable and casual outfit that would not be

too eyecatching at the banquet, yet still avoided making Vicky look out of place.

The family banquet was held at Old Mister Hart’s traditional mansion, a place Vicky had been to before.

When they arrived at the venue, everyone was already seated and engaged in conversations.

As soon as they saw Tyler and Vicky enter, the chatter abruptly ceased, and the atmosphere became

unnaturally quiet.