Loving You In Secret

Chapter 318

Vicky gaped at the two of them. “Did you just say that…he’s getting married?”

Lydia was confused. “Who?” Realization dawned on her. ‘Are you talking about Tyler Hart?”

Vicky stared at Lydia unblinkingly. “Is he really getting married?”

Lydia lifted an eyebrow with a smile. “I didn’t expect you to be interested in scandals like this… Oh, I almost forgot that you’re from Zendonia. It’s normal for you to be curious, I guess.’

Vicky had not told anyone about who she was other than the man in a mask, so even Jane and Lydia were unaware that she was Tyler’s ex-wife.

Vicky knew that they would never believe her, and even if they did, they would not let her go so easily. Most importantly, if the boss decided that he could not afford to cross Tyler, he might choose to kill her to prevent trouble.

Lydia assumed that Vicky was just curious and proceeded to tell her everything she knew, including how Tyler was seen going home late at night with his first love, and how they were seen trying on wedding dresses and picking wedding rings together. There were even rumors that they had filed the official documents to get married.

“Someone saw them going to the Civil Administration together, but…no one dared to release the photos. I think the wedding will take place soon.”

“The press in Zendonia has been talking about their wedding relentlessly, yet Tyler Hart didn’t take that news down. What do you think that means? It means that he’s admitting to it.’

“Sigh. He has just divorced his wife and is now getting married again. All the women who love him are going to have their hearts broken…’

At night, a man walked into the room. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Darkness and silence loomed over the room, and he turned on the light to find Vicky laying on the bed as she stared at the ceiling blankly.

He walked over to her and said, “I’ve done as you wished and didn’t lay a finger on you, so why do you look this way?”

Vicky simply kept staring into the darkness without responding.

“Are you disappointed that I didn’t do anything to you?” The man bent down, his mask getting dangerously close.

Vicky’s lashes fluttered when she said, ’Are you trying to make me one of those people who suffer from Stockholm syndrome?”

“What?”

She looked at him. “You appear kind and would fulfill any request I make, but you made sure that I pay forthem as well. If I agree to the terms, I’ll be fine, but if I refuse to do so, you’ll threaten me into doing so. When I ignored you just now, you started threatening me again.’

Vicky studied him in confusion. “Are you sick in the head? Do you enjoy seeing others in despair and pain?”