Chapter 93

Vicky had spent enough time with Tyler to know what he was thinking. Thus, with a smile, she took out a piece of cake from the lunch bag. "This is my lunch."

A small cake that was not even bigger than a palm.

Tyler frowned. "Are you so poor that you can't afford to buy lunch?"

"I ate too much for breakfast, so I don't feel like eating too much for lunch." Vicky tore the packaging. "I think I'm going to get hungry quite early tonight.

Why don't you get off work earlier and we can have an early dinner?"

Tyler looked at her. "So that's what you're after?"

"Yes," Vicky nodded, admitting to it. "You don't want a disabled wife, do you? Come home early for dinner. You'll be good, and I'll be good. It's a winwin situation, and everyone is happy."

"Vicky, I can look for a new wife if you're disabled," Tyler replied.

cake in her mouth as she replied, "I'm not agreeing to the

fully cooperate with me when we have a divorce,"

didn't want a divorce and regretted

"Vicky Shaw,

not playing tricks." Vicky gazed at him. "Our three-month contract isn't over yet.

not keeping his word and is instead breaking

could not be bothered to talk

a series of

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in," Tyler responded.

pushed the door and walked

had your lunch. I cooked your favorite food for you...

and the smile on her face froze. "Oh, Miss

happy when she saw Sheila. She looked at Vicky and thought, 'No wonder he didn't want to

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