Loving You In Secret

Chapter 1482

Tyler was so swift that Vicky could not stop him.

Blood tainted his white shirt, and she froze.

Tyler glanced at her and raised his arm to stab himself again.

Vicky’s eyes widened. “Tyler, stop it!”

Still, the blade cut into his flash once again. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Right before Tyler could stab himself the third time, Vicky finally managed to catch his arm.

“Tyler Hart, what do you think you’re doing?!’ she hissed, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes. “Do you really think you can make me forgive you by torturing yourself?” Her fingers tightened around his arm as she trembled. “I won’t forgive you; this will only make me hate you more!”

Tyler studied her face calmly. “Vicky, this isn’t to make you forgive me.”

Vicky felt disoriented and questioned sharply, “What is it, then?” Her chest heaved rapidly, her breathing erratic, and her words disjointed. “Tyler Hart, when did you stoop to using such despicable methods?!”

Blood flowed along the edge of the blade and dripped onto her hand.

Vicky’s trembling intensified as her anger overwhelmed her. She seemed to have gone black before her eyes, and she almost fainted.

Tyler noticed something was wrong and reached out to steady her. “Are you alright?”

Vicky closed her eyes briefly, her mind filled with the sight of vivid, crimson blood.

Exhausted, she said, “Please just stop tormenting me.”

Tyler was stunned. He had not expected her to react this way. Looking at the knife in his hand, he suddenly realized she disliked violence and loathed weapons.

He discarded the knife, his voice subdued. “I’m sorry. I frightened you.”

Vicky’s face was as pale as a ghost.

“Let’s bandage it first.”

Tyler never intended to end his life. He only meant to punish himself, so he wielded the knife with precision. Though the wound looked severe, it would not significantly affect his daily life.

After retrieving a medical kit, Vicky did not tend to Tyler’s wound. Instead, she simply sat quietly.

A flicker of disappointment flashed through Tyler’s eyes as he

Vicky had not spared him more than a glance as if she him for his past misconduct, and he even scared her again.

It seemed reasonable she did not want to look at him.

Despite his logic and attempt to rationalize the situation, the pervasive sense of disappointment and heartache reminded him how delusional he had been.

Vicky caught a glimpse of Tyler as he slowly applied the ointment. He proceeded just as calmly and unhurriedly as usual, and she desperately wished she could snatch the medicine from his hand and apply it herself.

Of course, she could not do so.

Though she seemed composed, she was shaking like a leap. She could hardly hold onto the cotton, let alone apply ointment to Tyler’s skin.

She did not dare to look at his wound, fearing she might cave at the sight of his injury.

Silence fell, disrupted only by the faint clinking of the medicine bottle.

After some time, Tyler’s chilly voice broke the silence. “I’m done.”

Vicky raised her head and saw that Tyler had neatly dressed his wound.

She finally relaxed, and it was only then she realized her back was covered in sweat.

“It’s getting late. I’m going to rest,” she said stiffly.

Tyler watched as she hurried away, and the look in his eyes darkened.

Later that night.