Loving You In Secret (Vicky and Tyler) novel Chapter 5

Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 5

The hallway was quiet and vacant where both Vicky and Tyler walked, with Vicky walking ahead.

The floor was covered with carpet, so there was no sound even when Vicky’s heels clicked against the floor. Nonetheless, her brow was scrunched tightly, and she looked uneasy.

As the tall man followed behind her, she could not fail to ignore the glaring look that fell onto her body, and this stressed her beyond relief.

She abruptly stopped walking and turned toward him, coincidentally looking into his deep, dark eyes in the process.

She raised her eyebrows. “Mister Hart, do you enjoy what you see?”

Tyler was not embarrassed about being caught staring at Vicky red-handed. His gaze did not shift to another place or wavered out of shyness; his eyes were as haughty as before and calm as always.

Majestic and elegant, as he was born with.

His thin lips moved, and a single word was uttered. “Ugly.”

Vicky found it so annoying that she was amused. “Then, why are you staring at me like you haven’t seen a woman before?”

Many of the party’s attendees looked at her with various emotions: contempt, malice, and agitation were among them. Nonetheless, the most uncomfortable look she received was from Tyler.

She wondered if she had the wrong impression that she vaguely sensed plunder and possession flashed by in his eyes when she unexpectedly looked back at him. When she tried to look closer, his eyes were as tranquil as a lake.

Tyler said calmly, “Missus Hart had worn such grotesque attire. Aren’t you trying to attract attention?”

Grotesque? She looked at the evening gown she was wearing. The claret evening gown suggested elegance and grace. The strapless design revealed her charming collarbone and slender neck. It also exhibited her curvy, slim figure.

When she put on the evening gown, she recalled how Cece exclaimed, “Vicky, you’re definitely the most stunning and beautiful woman tonight, end of discussion.”

Why did Tyler say she looked grotesque? Was the man blind?

Vicky said, “Oh, I almost forgot! Mister Hart always has a taste different from the rest; only the Mistress Duo matches Mister Hart’s aesthetics and taste. Still, let me give you a word of advice: No matter how eager and keen you are, you should just wait for a few more days. I mean, it’s bad for you and Miss Young to appear in public together before we’re divorced.”

“Oh, right…” Vicky smiled as she thought of something. “I heard that Miss Young is a public figure. If some righteous media company decides to shed some light about this to the public, her future will be ruined.”

Tyler squinted upon hearing this. He walked forward and overshadowed her with his strong body. The air pressure seemingly dropped, too.

“What did…you just say?” Tyler asked.

It shocked Vicky that her instincts told her to take a few steps back as though there was danger afoot.

What was happening? She already agreed to get a divorce and had just made a harmless comment. Why was she able to feel that he was angry? Could it be…he accidentally misunderstood that she was using Sheila’s future to threaten him?

Before Vicky could explain, a door not far from them opened. It broke the tense moment between the two of them.

An old butler with gray hair walked out of the room. He saw them and smiled. “Sir, Missus, Senior Hart was just talking about you two. Hurry in now.”

Tyler nodded and made a simple response before he moved toward the room. His lean, long legs carried him forward.

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An old man with gray hair was present in the room. His face looked aged, yet he seemed to be high-spirited. He was sitting on the chair enjoying his tea, and when he saw Tyler, a smile adorned his face. “Tyler, you’re here.”