Chapter 1176
The next day, Vicky woke up with a splitting headache. She never drank so much, and the hangover was killing her.
The blanket fell off her as she sat up from the bed, and her eyes widened in horror when she saw her naked body.
'What happened last night? Don't tell me...' She slowly turned to look at the sleeping man beside her, and she
started to hyperventilate when she saw Tyler's handsome face.
Vicky tried to recall what happened last night, but she could only remember toasting Sheila and Tyler...and nothing
after that. Some racy images did pop into her mind, but... 'No, it can't be. How did I end up sleeping with Tyler
again?' she thought, pulling her hair in frustration.
Tyler was still deep in his slumber while all that was happening inside of Vicky. In a dash of clouded judgment,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtVicky's first instinct was to escape. She could not afford to make the same mistake again.
Thus, she quickly picked up her wrinkly torn clothes from the floor and put them on before tip-toeing out of the
bedroom. She did all that so quietly that Tyler did not even stir in his sleep. Feeling a little more relaxed, Vicky slowly
twisted open the doorknob and opened the door leading to a crack in the hallway, only to have a horde of reporters
rush in to surround her.
"We've just received a tip that Tyler Hart and his anonymous girlfriend are staying in this hotel... Miss, miss! Are you
Mister Hart's girlfriend?"
"Miss, we all know that Tyler and Sheila have been spending a lot of time with each other lately, but the question is,
is she just a decoy?"
"Miss! What is your relationship with Mister Hart?"
"Miss! Miss! Miss..."
The lights from the camera kept flashing as Vicky became inundated by the microphones being shoved toward her
face.
Vicky never expected this to happen, so she did not know how to react. Seeing her in a daze, the reporters wormed
their way into the place, and the commotion was loud enough to wake Tyler up.
Soon, he came out of the bedroom dressed only in a loosely tied black bathrobe. His tanned chest was covered with
the hickeys he got from last night.
"What's all this noise in here?" he asked.
His appearance caused the reporters to snap one picture after another as if he was some rare animal. It did not
take much imagination for the reporters to guess what happened last night after they saw the hickeys on Tyler’s
chest.
'This is the news of the century!' they thought as they shot photos of him incessantly. However, afraid of Tyler's
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"Mister Hart, what's your relationship with this woman here?" "Mister Hart, you were photographed with Miss Young
not that long ago... Have you broken up with her?"
"Mister Hart..." i
"Mister Hart..." i
The questions came one after another. Some of the questions were very intrusive, but the reporters remained
polite throughout as they were well aware that the man standing in front of them was someone they could not
afford to cross.
Tyler frowned at the sudden intrusion.