Loving You In Secret (Vicky and Tyler) novel Chapter 3

Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 3

Vicky got the scare of her life as her pupils shrunk.

“Tyler Hart! What are you doing?”

Tyler’s handsome face sported an ambiguous smile. “What am I doing, you say? Why are you asking when you know what I want to do?”

Vicky felt tongue-tied by this response. Indeed, it was suspicious to ask such a question at a time like this. She placed her hand against his firm chest as she glared at him cautiously.

This was never the reaction she expected from Tyler, and she had to admit that she was a little flustered.

“What are you going to do to a woman that you hate and is about to be your ex-wife?”

His thin, alluring lips curled into a playful smile, yet his eyes did not match this. They looked calm and, in fact, rather aloof instead.

“Don’t tell me…you think you’re still a virgin?” he asked. He then lowered his head, bringing closer his handsome, perfect face slowly toward her.

Vicky felt like her breath was lodged in her throat, more so when his lips nearly grazed hers.

All of a sudden, he got up.

Vicky stared at Tyler in a daze as she could barely respond to the change.

“Do you really think I’ll be interested in you?” he teased.

After that, he stood up. When he was about to leave, he remembered something and stopped.

“I forgot to tell you. You were the one who took the initiative every time for the past three years, and…” Tyler paused for a moment and continued, “To stop me from sleeping in the other rooms, you’d throw away the beds in the other rooms while I’m away.”

This information surprised her. ‘Did I…actually do that?’

Tyler ignored her and entered the bathroom. Not long later, the sound of running water was heard.

By the time he was done, Vicky was already sound asleep. He looked at her face with deep, dark eyes that seemed to house a gust of emotions.

‘She’s still the same heartless woman before she has amnesia,’ he thought to himself.

…

It was 8 p.m., and Vicky, accompanied by Cece, arrived at Senior Hart’s party on time.

The banquet hall was lively and well-lit with bright lights. Guests came in luxury and formal attires. They presented themselves with elegant mannerisms and lovely smiles as they chatted with each other.

When Vicky entered the hall, the high-spirited ambiance fell flat and silent instantly. Everyone was looking at her with bizarre looks. There was disconcertment, contempt, and also a hint of disdain.