Loving You In Secret
Chapter 1338

Chapter 1338

Chapter 1338

“Missus Hart?”

Vicky turned and saw a blond, blue-eyed foreign man standing behind her. It did not take her long to remember who he was-Harold, one of Tyler’s business partners. She had met him during a contract signing with Tyler some time ago.

Vicky politely extended her hand. “Harold, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

Harold held her hand and lightly kissed the back of it.” Missus Hart, I’m delighted to see you again too.”

Having lived abroad, Vicky understood this kind of gesture was mere etiquette, so she was not at all surprised and remained composed and graceful.

As she was about to exchange pleasantries with Harold, a dull sound was heard, followed by Harold’s pained cry.

“Ah!”

Vicky was taken aback for a moment before she looked up.

Behind Harold stood a tall, handsome man. His face was refined, but his expression was downright intimidating. His pitch-black eyes seemed to emit chilling intent.

He seemed to have smashed the tray in his hand down onto Harold’s head with great force, causing him to bleed.

The abrupt noise attracted the attention of everyone at the banquet, and they all looked in their direction.

“Tyler…” Vicky also stared at him in astonishment.

Noticing the shock and unease in her eyes, the look in Tyler’s eyes darkened, and he instantly concealed all traces of hostility. His expression returned to its calm state as he explained, “I’m sorry, my hand slipped.”

This explanation lacked sincerity; no one could accidentally hit someone so hard that their head started bleeding.

However, given Tyler’s status, anything he said went.

Someone chimed in. “Haha, the tray must’ve been too slippery! Mister Hart just didn’t get a good grip on it for a moment.”

“That’s right!”

“Mister Harold, you should be more careful next time so you can dodge it in time when someone’s tray slips.”

Amid the crowd’s remarks, Vicky felt incredibly embarrassed. Despite the others’ attempts to smooth things over, she sensed that something was off.

She glanced at Harold, who was clutching his head on the floor, then at the indifferent Tyler.

She approached Tyler. “Let’s go home.”

Tyler remained silent for a moment. “Okay.”

As they had not had dinner yet, Tyler did not take her home directly but brought her to a restaurant she frequented.

Watching him calmly peruse the menu, Vicky’s eyes flashed with concern.

“Tyler,” she said, “I’ve already arranged for a hypnotist for you. Let’s go together tomorrow.”

Tyler paused browsing and looked at Vicky sharply. “Do you want me to remember that badly?”

She looked away. “I just think that…”

“Are you starting to get tired of me again?”

“That’s not it. I just…” She was merely worried because Tyler seemed extremely agitated lately.

On top of that, Tyler was diagnosed with depression previously, and that was not something that amnesia could cure.

After observing him for some time, she felt that his condition persisted.

“Why insist that I remember, then?” he questioned coldly.” What exactly do you want from me, Vicky?”