Loving You In Secret

Chapter 367

Chapter 367

The masked man did not finish his sentence, but it was a blatant threat. Vicky was instantly

overwhelmed by fear and anxiety as she wondered if she would ever be free of the man.

Sensing the trembling of her body, the man tightened his arm around her." What's wrong? Are you

cold?"

"I'm fine."

"Have you brought me the confidential information of Hart Corporation?"

Vicky lowered her head wordlessly and realization dawned on the man." You didn't...which means you

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have made up your mind?"

She still refused to respond.

He studied her face and said, "Do you care about Tyler Hart that much? You'd rather be taken

advantage of than sacrifice his career? He can't see what you're doing for him, and if he finds out about

the truth someday, he might even be disgusted by you."

"You call this ’caring' for someone?’’ She stared into his eyes. "Isn't it the basic requirement for any

relationship to not betray one another?"

The look in his eyes darkened. "You ran to Lovian to divorce him, so I thought that...you hate him."

"That's different. Even if I do hate him and wish to leave him, I can't allow myself to do something so

despicable."

"Well, then..." the man drawled. "Do you still wish to leave him?"

Vicky moved her lips but did not speak.

He lowered his voice seductively and said, "If you still want to leave him, I can help you."

She lowered her gaze in silence as he caressed her cheek with his long, cold fingers. "What's wrong?

You did whatever you could to run overseas so that you can divorce him, and it's only been a little over

a month. You seem to have...changed your mind."

"I..." she said hoarsely. "I misunderstood him."

"You misunderstood him?" he mocked. "Didn't you say he was cruel with a sick fetish?"

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'No matter what he's like, he can't possibly be more perverted than you are,' Vicky sneered mentally.

The man was not bothered by her silence and simply said, "I'm tired. Tell me a few bedtime stories until

I'm satisfied, and I'll spare you for today."

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Though it was a request as strange as the person who made it, Vicky had no other option but to try and

remember every bedtime story she knew, but the man was not satisfied with her choice.

"That's so childish. Do you take me for a child?"

She went on with a few more stories, but he was still unhappy. She continued speaking until her throat

went dry, and she drifted off to sleep.

The next day at noon, Vicky woke up to her phone ringing, and her head felt as though it was about to

explode from the lack of sleep.

"Hello?" she muttered weakly.