Chapter 93
Vicky had spent enough time with Tyler to know what he was thinking. Thus, with a smile, she took out
a piece of cake from the lunch bag. âThis is my lunch.â
A small cake that was not even bigger than a palm.
Tyler frowned. âAre you so poor that you canât afford to buy lunch?â
âI ate too much for breakfast, so I donât feel like eating too much for lunch.â Vicky tore the packaging. âI
think Iâm going to get hungry quite early tonight.
Why donât you get off work earlier and we can have an early dinner?â
Tyler looked at her. âSo thatâs what youâre after?â
âYes,â Vicky nodded, admitting to it. âYou donât want a disabled wife, do you? Come home early for
dinner. Youâll be good, and Iâll be good. Itâs a winwin situation, and everyone is happy.â
âVicky, I can look for a new wife if youâre disabled,â Tyler replied.
Her words were unclear with cake in her mouth
going to fully cooperate with me when we have a divorce,â
also said you didnât want a divorce and regretted it right
he chuckled. âVicky Shaw, are you playing tricks with
contract isnât over yet. Everything Iâm doing is
his word and is instead breaking
was speechless and could not be bothered to talk
moment, a series of knocks were heard on Tylerâs
Knock, knock, knock!
âCome in,â Tyler responded.
the
bet you havenât had your lunch. I cooked your favorite food for
and
at Vicky and thought, âNo wonder he didnât want to eat the food I bought. Heâs expecting someone else
to bring food
Tyler, meanwhile, was surprised to see Sheila showing up. âWhy are you here?â
âI had a small accident when I was shooting yesterday, so I went to the hospital.â Sheilaâs eyes
twinkled. âCoincidentally, I saw you and your assistant, but you both left before I could greet you.â 1
She unintentionally gave Vicky a look and continued, âI asked the doctor, and he said you were having
an episode with your stomach again. I thought you might not be eating on time again lately, so I made
you some food thatâs good for your stomach.â
Vickyâs eyes wavered when she heard what Sheila said. She asked unconsciously, âYour stomach was
not well again?â
Tyler said nothing.
Sheila smiled subtly. âI thought you were aware that Tylerâs stomach wasnât well so you brought food to
him. I didnât know you didnât even know he was admitted to the hospital.â
She looked at Vicky. âMiss Shaw, as your husband, Tyler was there to take care of you when you were
admitted to the hospital because you fell into the water and got hurt. As his wife, couldnât you even take
care of him when his stomach wasnât well?â
Sheilaâs expression and tone were gentle and yet, the look in her eyes was sharp like a needle. Her
words were condemning and criticizing too.
Vicky blinked her eyes and responded.