Loving You In Secret

Chapter 1547

Chapter 1547 The gathering was abundant with attendees, most of them of esteemed status and significant standing, so refusing their offers to toast was a formidable task.

As Harvey's drinking escalated, Vicky could not help but feel concerned.

"Take it easy.

Don't overdo it," she advised.

"No worries, I can handle my liquor,'' Harvey assured.

Vicky knew Harvey had a robust tolerance for alcohol, but drinking so much could still lead to intoxication.

Sure enough, after a while, Harvey's steps grew unsteady, and his pupils lost their earlier clarity, indicating that he was drunk.

Fortunately, the banquet was winding down at this point.

Vicky watched as Harvey, hardly able to stand, was assisted by the waitstaff and guided upstairs to rest.

After ensuring Harvey, who was already unconscious from the alcohol, was comfortably settled, Vicky checked the time and prepared to leave.

The hallway was illuminated with warm, golden lights.

Vicky walked on the soft carpet, her shadow elongated by the light.

Reaching the elevator, she pressed the button and quietly waited for it to arrive.

Ding! After a while, the elevator came to a smooth halt.

A tall, well-built man stood inside the elevator.

2 Vicky was momentarily taken aback at the sight of a familiar face.

Observing her hesitation to enter, the man's deep voice followed.

" Are you going to get in?" Vicky snapped back to attention and quickly stepped into the elevator.

"Sorry." After pressing the first-floor button, Vicky realized that the elevator was ascending.

She was puzzled.

"Isn't the elevator going down?” "..."" Tyler stood silently in the elevator, offering no response.

The elevator would stop on this floor, either because someone was getting off or because she pressed the up button.

Otherwise, it would not stop and would continue upward before returning to this floor.

It was only Tyler inside the elevator, which led Vicky to conclude that she might have pressed the wrong button.

+ The elevator remained eerily quiet.

Although Tyler was not particularly close to her, for some inexplicable reason, Vicky felt like she was having trouble breathing.

Ding! The elevator came to a halt at the top floor.

As the doors opened, no one disembarked.

Watching the doors slowly closing again, Vicky finally spoke, " Mister Hart, we've reached the top." "Uh- huh." His response was distant, and he showed no intention of stepping out.

Unable to resist, Vicky turned her head.

Tyler was massaging his forehead, his eyes half-closed as if he was battling a headache.

A sudden thought made Vicky blurt without thinking, "Do you have a headache again?" Distracted by the pain, Tyler did not notice anything amiss.

He rubbed his throbbing temples and casually replied, "I probably had a bit too much to drink." Since no one exited the elevator for a while, it automatically closed.

Realizing this, Vicky pressed the open button, and the elevator doors reopened.

"Mister Hart, this is your floor." Tyler hummed in response and frowned as he prepared to step outside.

However, he stumbled on his way out, and Vicky reflexively steadied him.

"Tyler, are you alright?" He frowned in silence but seemed uncomfortable. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

The elevator door was closing once again.

Not wanting to keep the elevator occupied, she helped Tyler out of it.

With their faces inches away from one another, she caught a whiff of alcohol, and she realized that he had plenty to drink.

The elevator descended, and Vicky pressed the button again.

" Mister Hart, do you need me to call a hotel staff over for you?" Tyler simply closed his eyes and did not respond.