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Chapter 125
Tyler stared at Vicky quietly.
Vicky's heart sank. ’Are you...really thinking that? Am I that horrible of a person before losing my
memories?'
"Yes/ he said.
She observed the look on his face and muttered, "I might've lost my memories now, but it might change
in the future. If I...end up remembering everything, will you../
He gave her a look and said, ’Depends on your performance/
With that, he turned to head into the bathroom.
Vicky sat on the bed, trying to process what he meant by what he said.
She knew what kind of man Tyler was, and if he did not intend on continuing the marriage, he would
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthave never given such a vague answer.
'So proud!' she mused to herself.
She no longer wanted to divorce him as much as she did in the past because the marriage was not as
intolerable as it was in terms of Tyler's attitude toward her as well as other aspects.
Tyler's attitude toward her might have improved, or it was simply because she did not think she could
find another man as great as he was if she divorced him, but regardless, there was more to gain than
to lose for her to stay in this marriage.
Vicky walked into the bathroom, and Tyler shot her an odd look when he saw her. "What are you doing
here?"
Vicky knew that he had mistaken this as yet another effort to try and seduce him. Without explaining,
she went and grabbed the hair dryer.
"Let me dry your hair for you."
"You want to dry my hair for me?" He seemed surprised.
She nodded.
He frowned. "What do you want?"
He assumed that she was fawning over him because she needed his help with something. She often
acted with a certain intention in mind.
She smiled at him. "You said it all depends on how I perform, right? I'm starting to work hard now."
He studied the smile on her face and felt dazed for a split moment.
Vicky turned to walk out of the bathroom and did not notice the odd look on his face. As they walked
out of the bathroom, she noticed that he was still standing still and turned around in confusion.
"You want to dry your hair, right? Come on/
He gulped and hummed in response before following her out of the bathroom.
The sound of the hair dryer echoed in the dark night, and Vicky ran her slim fingers through his scalp.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTyler leaned against the couch lazily with his eyes closed, allowing the woman behind him to dry his
hair.
The lights inside the room were warm in tone, and his sculpted features looked less cold and distant
than usual under the light.
She scanned his face while drying his hair, struggling to look away.
'This guy is handsome, I'll give him that,' she thought to herself.
Perhaps her stare was too intense, he opened his eyes abruptly and met her eyes.
His eyes were as dark as night and as she stared into them, she felt as though her soul was being
sucked into the depths of his eyes.
Her heart raced and she looked away, muttering, "We're done/
Vicky turned to put the hair dryer back to the bathroom when Tyler reached out and pulled her down
into his embrace.
He tilted her head up and planted a deep kiss on her lips.
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