Loving You In Secret

Chapter 1458

Vicky was taken aback and was about to struggle and shout when a familiar deep voice reached her ears.

“Vicky, it’s me.”

Vicky stiffened. She blinked as her gaze shifted toward the person behind her.

A tall, slender figure shielded by the cool white light cast a gentle shadow over her. Even though the man was wearing a hat and glasses, Vicky recognized him at once.

The man loosened his grip on her.

“Tyler,” Vicky muttered bitterly. “How… How did you end up here?”

He lowered his gaze to meet her eyes. “They said you wanted a divorce. I didn’t believe it.”

Suddenly, Vicky remembered that Isabella told her Tyler was going to be and lucid at the moment, showing no sign of memory distortion.

“You…” Vicky parted her lips to speak.

Tyler glanced around and lowered his voice, “Let’s talk at home.”

Vicky remained silent for a few seconds, then opened the car door.

As she moved to the driver’s seat, Tyler’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why are you driving?”

Vicky paused, her hands on the seatbelt. “Avoidance won’t solve problems. When it’s time to face them, you should face them. Only then will you realize what you’ve been avoiding isn’t as frightening as

it seems.”

Tyler looked at her in silence.

Vicky started the car and drove back to the mansion. Throughout the journey, neither of them spoke.

Tyler sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed to rest.

Vicky stole glances at him, noticing how exhausted he seemed. Clearly, he her because he regained his memories.

At the mansion, Vicky switched on the lights and poured a glass of water for Tyler before asking any questions.

Tyler accepted the glass from her and took a sip before asking, “Why did you want a divorce?”

Vicky countered, “Have you…remembered everything?”

“Were you planning to deceive me into a divorce while I was still unaware if I haven’t regained my memories?”

His demeanor and tone were calm, lacking the out-of- control rage she anticipated. Evidently, the Hart family treated him well, enabling him to regain his usual cool and detached demeanor.

Vicky was about to respond when her phone started vibrating.

She pulled out her phone and saw Old Mister Hart’s name on the caller ID. Her immediate instinct was to decline the call, but in the split second before doing so, she hesitated. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

In the end, she chose to answer.

“Ms. Shaw.” Old Mister Hart’s wary voice sounded on the other end of the line. “Tyler is with you, right?”

His tone was affirmative as though he had everything under control.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Ever since he regained consciousness, he’s always wanted to see you,” Old Mister Hart explained calmly. “He’s a decisive person, and I can’t stop him if he wants to see you. Just let him stay there for a couple of days. Tyler’s condition hasn’t stabilized just yet, so do make sure he returns as soon as possible.”

Vicky did not respond, and Old Mister Hart simply hung up. Once the call ended, Vicky turned her attention back to Tyler.