Loving You In Secret

Loving You In Secret Chapter 786

Though she was home late, Tyler rarely returned home before midnight as of late, too.

After changing into her slippers, she was about to head upstairs when she caught a faint scent of tobacco from the

living room.

She looked over and saw a red dot flashing in the darkness.

Her heart threatened to leap out of her chest, and she came close to screaming.

After taking a few deep breaths, she calmed herself and turned on the lights in the living room.

Snap! The chandelier above her lit up in blinding light, and she frowned in discomfort.

After a while, she got used to the light and asked, “Tyler, what are you doing here?”

The man stood before the balcony, his towering figure casting a long shadow over the wall.

From where she was standing, she could only see the side of his face.

He held a cigarette between his fingers absentmindedly; white smoke curled and rose around him, blurring his face.

Tyler did not turn around. “Why are you home so late?”

“Why are you home so early?” Vicky retorted.

Tyler turned to shoot her a half-smile. “Had I not come home early, I wouldn’t have found out that you’re dating

another man.”

“I’m dating a man?” Amused, Vicky mocked, “Tyler, how can you function with such double standards? Have you

taken a day off from caring for Gloria and decided to meddle with my business? Tyler Hart, you are exhausting.”

With that, Vicky turned and went upstairs.

Tyler remained still as he watched her leave expressionlessly.

A few minutes later, he put out the cigarette in his hand and went upstairs.

Upon returning to the bedroom, Vicky charged her phone and prepared to head into the bathroom when the door

to the bedroom was pushed open.

She did not bother looking over and walked toward the bathroom, only to be grabbed by the wrist.

“Who was that man, Vicky?” Tyler questioned darkly.

His grip was so firm that her skin started to turn red.

Vicky scowled at the pain and demanded, “Let go, Tyler!”

Instead of letting her go, he tightened his grip. “Who was he?”

Her patience for Tyler had reached its limit since her birthday, and she was seething with anger that Tyler dared to

confront her about a man she was seen with when he had been spending time with Gloria.

She met his eyes and spat coldly, “He is my lover. Satisfied?!”

Tyler did not expect her to admit such a thing and froze for a moment before narrowing his eyes fiercely.

“What did you say?”

Vicky sneered fearlessly. “I said, he is my lover—ugh!”

Before she could finish, Tyler pinned her against the wall and pressed his body up against hers.

Though she was home late, Tyler rarely returned home before midnight as of late, too.

After changing into her slippers, she was about to head upstairs when she caught a faint scent of tobacco from the

living room.

She looked over and saw a red dot flashing in the darkness.

Her heart threatened to leap out of her chest, and she came close to screaming.

After taking a few deep breaths, she calmed herself and turned on the lights in the living room.

Snap! The chandelier above her lit up in blinding light, and she frowned in discomfort.

After a while, she got used to the light and asked, “Tyler, what are you doing here?”

The man stood before the balcony, his towering figure casting a long shadow over the wall.

From where she was standing, she could only see the side of his face.

He held a cigarette between his fingers absentmindedly; white smoke curled and rose around him, blurring his face.

Tyler did not turn around. “Why are you home so late?”

“Why are you home so early?” Vicky retorted.

Tyler turned to shoot her a half-smile. “Had I not come home early, I wouldn’t have found out that you’re dating

another man.”

“I’m dating a man?” Amused, Vicky mocked, “Tyler, how can you function with such double standards? Have you

taken a day off from caring for Gloria and decided to meddle with my business? Tyler Hart, you are exhausting.”

With that, Vicky turned and went upstairs.

Tyler remained still as he watched her leave expressionlessly.

A few minutes later, he put out the cigarette in his hand and went upstairs.

Upon returning to the bedroom, Vicky charged her phone and prepared to head into the bathroom when the door

to the bedroom was pushed open.

She did not bother looking over and walked toward the bathroom, only to be grabbed by the wrist.

“Who was that man, Vicky?” Tyler questioned darkly.

His grip was so firm that her skin started to turn red.

Vicky scowled at the pain and demanded, “Let go, Tyler!”

Instead of letting her go, he tightened his grip. “Who was he?”

Her patience for Tyler had reached its limit since her birthday, and she was seething with anger that Tyler dared to

confront her about a man she was seen with when he had been spending time with Gloria.

She met his eyes and spat coldly, “He is my lover. Satisfied?!”

Tyler did not expect her to admit such a thing and froze for a moment before narrowing his eyes fiercely.

“What did you say?”

Vicky sneered fearlessly. “I said, he is my lover—ugh!”

Before she could finish, Tyler pinned her against the wall and pressed his body up against hers.