Loving You In Secret

Chapter 14

Vicky Shaw looked back and saw the angry man entering the ward. “I didn’t do anything to her,” she declared.

Sasha walked out from behind Tyler Hart and pointed at her while screaming hysterically, “You’re a wicked evil woman, Vicky Shaw! When Sheila was in trouble, you stopped Tyler from saving Sheila. Now that Sheila is in this hospital, you even came here! How shameless can you be? Get out of here, now! No one welcomes you!”

Sheila Young furrowed her eyebrows and reprimanded her cousin, “Sasha, quit it.”

She then looked at Tyler and kindly reasoned, “Tyler, you’ve misunderstood Miss Shaw. She’s just visiting me and is asking for my help.”

Tyler’s pupils darkened. “Help?”

“It’s about Miss Lynn’s case,” she replied, not intending to hide their conversation. Her face looked apologetical.

“I’m sorry, Miss Shaw. It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but it’s out of my reach.” She looked at Tyler and said helplessly, “No one can change the decision Tyler made… Not even me.”

She did not purposely slander Vicky. Instead of that, she told the truth to Tyler frankly.

Since Sheila had said this, Vicky knew there was nothing else she could say to change Tyler’s decision and thus nodded. “Okay. Well, I won’t keep you from resting, then.”

When she walked past Tyler, she did not even look at him once. It was just like how he used to treat her—like she was thin air.

All of a sudden, a hand reached out to grab her by the wrist, which earned a frown from her. Looking up, she noticed that it was Tyler who grabbed her. “Tyler, what do you want?”

Tyler did not answer her question and instead said to Sheila, “I’m leaving.”

Before Sheila could reply, Tyler left the ward while dragging Vicky by her wrist. Sasha was dumbfounded to see it.

“Tyler, where are you going? Tyler!”

Tyler ignored her as both he and Vicky vanished from sight.

Sasha was so angry that her face contorted darkly. She gritted her teeth and snarled, “That sl*t! She’s so cheap, seducing Tyler right in front of us!”

She looked at Sheila disappointedly. “Sheila, you shouldn’t let Tyler leave so easily with that wench!”

Sheila replied, “Those who want to leave will never stay. No matter what I do, he won’t stay. Why should I embarrass myself?”

“That’s the thing with you; you never fight for anything,” Sasha advised earnestly. “That’s how that woman got the chance! If you took more initiative three years ago, I bet your kid is already this tall!”

Sheila said nothing as she gazed outside the window in a daze.

Sasha continued, “Tyler is treating you even better now compared to three years ago. Sheila, you need to fight for your happiness. Although Vicky was so shameless back then, she…

“Ultimately, she’s the one who became Tyler’s wife. The result is more important than the process.”

Sheila moved her eyes and mumbled, “The result is more important than the process, huh?”

…

At a quiet corner, Vicky was pressed onto the cold wall by Tyler. His body encompassed a cold temperature that felt suffocating.

His cold pupils stared into her, and his emotions were unreadable. “Vicky, what did you tell Sheila?”

Vicky wanted to break free, but Tyler held her head still by gripping her chin so she would not be able to look away. As they made eye contact, Vicky’s heart dropped. She dazed out for a moment.

“Answer my question.”

It was that low voice again.

His breath circled between her breaths with strong pressure. It felt strange yet quite familiar too, like they used to be very intimate in the past.

Vicky looked up and into his dark, complex eyes. Suddenly, she giggled. “What are you afraid of?”

His eyes flickered. “What did you say?”

Vicky looked into his eyes. “Are you afraid?”

“Afraid?” It felt like a joke. He curled his thin lips into a mocking smile. “Tell me, then. What am I afraid of?”

To be honest, Vicky, too, did not know why she said that. Maybe it was her instinct, or maybe…his aura was too strong that she blurted a random response.

“You arrived shortly at Sheila’s ward after I was there, like you were so afraid I was going to bully your first love.” Vicky smiled. “I’m the one begging for help now. With this weakness exposed to you, what

right do I have to bully the woman you hold dearly? I wonder if you’re blind, or if there’s something wrong with your mind. Can’t you figure out this simple logic?”

She examined Tyler from head to toe with a doubtful expression. “Is the qualification to be a CEO so low now?”

Not only did she imply Tyler to be ‘blind’, but she also ridiculed him for having a low IQ and leaving him with no dignity.

His handsome face darkened. “Do you know it’s not the best time for you to provoke me now?” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Even if I grovel to you, you’re not going to help. Why should I do it?” Vicky looked indifferent. “I did nothing yet is still treated as a bad person, being accused of things I didn’t do. If that’s the case, why don’t I be the bad guy now, so I won’t be accused?”

Tyler got so angry that he ended up laughing. “So you’re smashing the cracked pot now?”

“Yes.” She smiled gently, much like her voice. It was akin to a lazy cat fiddling someone’s heart. “Since you’re making it bad for me, then…I’m not going to make your life easy, too.”

He looked at her cold, proud face, and all of a sudden, he found himself dazed.

Fragments of old images appeared in his mind.

She realized he was staring at her with a look she never saw before, and it felt rather unnerving. He was looking at her, yet it felt like he was looking at another person.

Was that…gentleness in his eyes?

When Vicky tried to look closely, Tyler released her chin and put down his hand. He was back to his usual self as if what she saw was just an illusion.

“Not going to make my life easy, you say?” Tyler’s voice sounded emotionally distant, yet alluring and crisp altogether. “How are you going to do that?”

Vicky was stunned. A cruel thought merely flashed past her mind, and she had said that just to make him angry, knowing that she could not do anything to him even when he refused to help. Therefore, this was the only form of counterattack she could think of.

Unexpectedly, he was not even as angry as he was before. Contrary, he had calmed down. Nonetheless, the way he looked at her was deep and dark, just like the deep ocean that no sunlight could reach.

Vicky panicked and felt like she was the prey that voluntarily jumped into the hunter’s trap.

Looking away, she found words to retort.