Loving You In Secret

Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 5

The hallway was quiet and vacant where both Vicky and Tyler walked, with Vicky walking ahead.

The floor was covered with carpet, so there was no sound even when Vicky’s heels clicked against the floor. Nonetheless, her brow was scrunched tightly, and she looked uneasy.

As the tall man followed behind her, she could not fail to ignore the glaring look that fell onto her body, and this stressed her beyond relief.

She abruptly stopped walking and turned toward him, coincidentally looking into his deep, dark eyes in the process.

She raised her eyebrows. “Mister Hart, do you enjoy what you see?”

Tyler was not embarrassed about being caught staring at Vicky red-handed. His gaze did not shift to another place or wavered out of shyness; his eyes were as haughty as before and calm as always.

Majestic and elegant, as he was born with.

His thin lips moved, and a single word was uttered. “Ugly.”

Vicky found it so annoying that she was amused. “Then, why are you staring at me like you haven’t seen a woman before?”

Many of the party’s attendees looked at her with various emotions: contempt, malice, and agitation were among them. Nonetheless, the most uncomfortable look she received was from Tyler.

She wondered if she had the wrong impression that she vaguely sensed plunder and possession flashed by in his eyes when she unexpectedly looked back at him. When she tried to look closer, his eyes were as tranquil as a lake.

Tyler said calmly, “Missus Hart had worn such grotesque attire. Aren’t you trying to attract attention?”

Grotesque? She looked at the evening gown she was wearing. The claret evening gown suggested elegance and grace. The strapless design revealed her charming collarbone and slender neck. It also exhibited her curvy, slim figure.

she put on the evening gown, she recalled how Cece exclaimed, “Vicky, you’re definitely the most stunning and

looked grotesque? Was the

Hart always has a taste different from the rest; only the Mistress Duo matches Mister Hart’s aesthetics and taste. Still, let me give you a word of advice: No matter

of something. “I heard that Miss Young is a public figure. If some

this. He walked forward and overshadowed her with his strong body.

did…you just say?” Tyler

told her to take a few steps back as though there was

and had just made a harmless comment. Why was she able to feel that he was angry? Could it be…he accidentally misunderstood that she was using Sheila’s future to threaten

a door not far from them opened. It broke the tense moment between the

hair walked out of the room. He saw them and smiled.

a simple response before he moved toward the room. His lean,

…

looked aged, yet he seemed to be high-spirited. He was sitting on the

gave his birthday present to his

a smile. When he saw Vicky, who was behind Tyler, his smile disappeared, and

birthday present for him. “Happy birthday, Grandpa. I wish

not reach out his hand to accept Vicky’s present. Instead, he looked at her

hoping he would say something to help her get out of this situation. Nonetheless,

her lip. She knew she could not count on Tyler. As she composed her feelings, she smiled. “Grandpa.

replied remotely, “Missus Hart, I can’t accept your

of doubt emerged in Vicky’s heart. What kind of heinous crime did she do that had Senior Hart

ask, “Grandpa, do you

“Don’t you know the things

because I married into the Hart family?” Vicky closely monitored Senior Hart’s expression. “Nevermind. I’m