Chapter 984
âIf youâre hungry and need the company, Ms. Starling can join you instead. Iâve already eaten, so let me
go!â
Tyler disregarded her rejection and pulled her wrist, heading towards his car. âLetâs go.â
Vicky could not bear it any longer. âTyler, enough! Weâre divorced. I donât want anything to do with you
anymore. Plus ⦠If youâre so fond of finding mistresses, just wave your hand, and countless women
will willingly throw themselves at you. Why bother your ex-wife that you chose to abandon?â
Tyler looked at her and calmly uttered a few words.â Because itâs new.â
Vicky was dumbfounded. âNew?â
âIâve never kept a mistress before,â he said. âI also want to experience what it feels like to keep a
mistress. Especially whenâ¦â He affectionately stroked her hair, his thin lips slightly curved.
âTransforming my former wife into a
mistress sounds quite interesting.â
Vicky clenched her fists as she struggled to contain her impending outburst of emotions.
She gazed into his eyes, enunciating each word, âTyler, Iâve already repaid my debt to you. You have
no right to treat me like this.â
Tyler chuckled. âAs if. When did you repay it? I wasnât aware.â
âOn the day we divorced, you clearly saidâ¦â
âWhat did I say?â
Vickyâs eyes widened when she suddenly remembered that he did not confirm anything and she was
the one who did all the talking.
Her lashes trembled delicately. âW-what do you mean by all of this?â
Tyler remained nonchalant. âIâve already made my intentions quite clear.â
âI wonât agree.â
âThatâs not up to you.â
âLet go.â Vickyâs voice grew louder. âTyler, Iâm telling you to let go!â
Though it was already nine at night, for a bustling metropolis, the nightlife was just starting to come to
life. Around them, Vicky and Tyler managed to garner the attention of the passing strangers.
The look in Tylerâs eyes darkened. âStop causing a scene and come dine with me.â
Vicky noticed the gazes of those around her. Her gaze subtly shifted, and she immediately called for
help. âHelp! Anyone! A thug is bothering me!â
Many kind-hearted citizens heard Vickyâs plea and quickly gathered around.
âWhatâs going on? Whereâs the thug?!â
Vicky pointed at Tyler, who tightly held her wrist. âItâs him!â
The crowd followed Vickyâs gaze.
A layer of ethereal light shimmered under the moonlight.
The man stood quietly beneath the night sky, his exquisitely handsome face resembling a sculpture,
emanating an air of cool elegance
His presence commanded such majesty that he could hardly be mistaken as a thug.
The onlookers exchanged perplexed glances.
âThat⦠Thatâs a thug?â
âHe doesnât look like oneâ¦â
âDo thugs look this handsome nowadays?â
Everyone started whispering to one another.
Just then, Tyler said, âMy girlfriend and I are in a fight. Sorry for causing a scene.â
The crowd quickly accepted Tylerâs reasoning.
âI thought so. This handsome lad doesnât look like a thug at all.â
âTrue. They seem like a perfect couple.â
âLady, thereâs no need to be upset. Itâs hard enough for people like you to stay together. You just need
to talk things out.â
It only took Tyler a single sentence to turn everyone against Vicky. She fumbled as she tried to explain,
âH-heâs not my boyfriendâ¦â
However, her words were quickly buried by the othersâ voices.
âOh, whatever. Just go home already.â