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.

unclear with cake in her mouth as she

going to fully cooperate with me

you didn't want a divorce and regretted it right

was so irked that he chuckled. "Vicky Shaw, are you

playing tricks." Vicky gazed at him. "Our three-month contract isn't over yet. Everything I'm doing is

his word and is instead

and could not be bothered to talk with

moment, a series of knocks

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in," Tyler responded.

beautiful woman pushed the door

your lunch. I cooked

Sheila could finish, she saw Vicky sitting on the sofa, and the smile on her face froze.

happy when she saw Sheila. She looked at Vicky and thought, 'No wonder he didn't want to eat the food I bought. He's expecting someone else to bring food

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