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Chapter 1140
"Why didn't you eat?" Tyler questioned sourly.
Vicky was initially confused but did not bother to raise any questions. "I didn't have an appetite and wanted to eat
later, but I ended up falling asleep instead," she explained hoarsely.
"Did you really not have an appetite, or did you simply not want to eat the food I prepared?" he asked.
Shocked, she asked, "You prepared it?"
Vicky had not taken a single sip of the soup, so she assumed that it was prepared by the servants.
Tyler studied the sincerity on her face, and the look in his eyes darkened at the realization that Vicky did not even
know that he cooked for her.
For some reason, he could not bring himself to cheer up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe suddenly remembered a saying. 'True indifference is not about never meeting again or avoiding discussions, but
rather, it is when seeing or speaking to each other stops affecting one's mood.'
This saying seemed to be aligned perfectly with Vicky's current state as she grew more emotionally detached from
him.
It felt as if a heavy weight was pressing against his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Sensing the ominous aura oozing off of him, Vicky concluded that Tyler was indeed in a poor mood.
She knew by heart just how insane Tyler could be, and angering him would mean endless suffering; just like how she
ended up on bed rest, unable to get out of bed on her own.
She did not know why he was upset, but she could guess that it was likely because she failed to touch the soup he
made for her.
"I didn't know you made this, and I didn't intentionally avoid eating something you made," Vicky said thoughtfully.
"I'm a bit hungry. Could you heat the soup for me?"
Hearing her words, Tyler was somewhat surprised.
Ever since Vicky regained consciousness, her attitude toward him had been exceptionally indifferent.
Knowing that he was the only one to blame, Tyler was slightly more patient with her than usual.
He could tolerate if Vicky scolded him or threw tantrums, but he could not stand her ignoring him.
Despite the fact that Vicky explained herself without him demanding it, it made him feel even more stifled as he
had no way to vent his frustration.
Tyler silently stared at her for a long moment before picking up the bowl and leaving the room.
Half an hour later, Tyler returned to the room and switched on the lights, dispersing the darkness in the room. He
helped Vicky up, placing a pillow behind her back to support her on the bed.
The aroma of food wafted through the air, causing Vicky's stomach to growl.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen Vicky saw Tyler picking up the bowl from the table, she instinctively reached out to take it. However, Tyler
avoided her hands and instead scooped up a spoonful of soup before bringing it to her lips to feed her.
Vicky stared at the spoon, and after a few seconds, she opened her mouth and accepted it.
The soup's delicate, comforting taste filled her mouth, and she instantly concluded that it was indeed prepared by
Tyler.
Tyler scooped up another spoonful of soup and offered it to her.
Vicky looked at him and asked, "Did you remake another portion?"
Freshly cooked soup and reheated soup would taste different, and Vicky, who often cooked herself, was well aware
of this distinction.
"Yeah," he replied calmly.
Vicky did not pursue the matter any further.
After taking about half a bowl, she was finally full.
"I'm full." She shook her head, declining the spoon offered by Tyler.
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