"I'll get them myself. I don't like others touching my things."
"Wait." Tyler grabbed his phone from the nightstand. "I'll have my bodyguards send you."
Vicky's hand on the doorknob stilled as she said, "It's fine. I can go home on my own. After all, I'm just acting like I was kidnapped, and it wasn't even true. Why should I be afraid at all?"
There was one person who could prove that she was indeed kidnapped, and that was Mister Kirby. However, there was no point in mentioning him. Since they were determined she was acting, it would also make sense that she had bribed a few 'witnesses' into supporting her claim.
"I told you that I'll keep looking into it," he said emotionlessly. "Are you not going to be satisfied until I say that I believe you out loud?"
She turned around to meet his eyes before shaking her head. "What's the point of saying it when you don't mean it?"
"Why are you upset, then?"
"I'm not upset."
He scanned her. "You basically have the word 'upset' written all over you."
Her hand tightened around the doorknob. "Maybe...it's just that frustrating to watch my own husband risk his life for another woman," she said calmly.
He frowned and explained, "I've told you this many times. I won't marry her and I only went to save her becau—"
"I know," interrupted Vicky. "Miss Young also said that you're just friends."
He continued to stare at her with a scowl as she opened the door.
"Rest. I'll go home to gather my things," she said.
Once she stepped out of the room, she felt much more at ease, but the scent of sanitizer around her still filled her with disgust. It was the scent on Tyler's body every time he went home after visiting Sheila.
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Awesome story but too long winded...