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 beautiful

Tyler say she looked grotesque?

Hart’s aesthetics and taste. Still, let me give you a word of advice: No matter how eager and keen

that Miss Young is a public figure. If some righteous media company decides to shed some light about this to

He walked forward and overshadowed her with

just say?”

take a few steps back as though there was

already agreed to get a divorce and had just made a harmless comment. Why was she able to feel

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

walked out of the room. He saw them and smiled. “Sir, Missus, Senior

moved toward the room. His lean, long legs carried

…

old man with gray hair was present in the room. His face looked aged, yet he seemed to be high-spirited. He was sitting on the chair enjoying his tea, and when he saw Tyler, a

his birthday present to his grandfather and

saw Vicky, who was behind

“Happy birthday, Grandpa. I wish you

room became unusually quiet. Senior Hart did not reach out his hand to accept Vicky’s present. Instead, he looked at her with his aged, cloudy eyes

her get out of this situation. Nonetheless, he pretended

not count on Tyler. As she composed her feelings, she smiled. “Grandpa. This is your

replied remotely, “Missus Hart, I can’t

emerged in Vicky’s heart. What kind of heinous

“Grandpa, do you really hate me that

his eyes. “Don’t you know the things you

hate me just because I married into the Hart family?” Vicky