Loving You In Secret

Chapter 112



Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Nikki said calmly, ‘If that person is Sheila, then Mister Hart would never have

married you in the first place. I also heard Sheila can’t play the piano anymore

because of some reasons related to her hands. Not long after that, Mister Hart

announced he’d marry you.”

’She’s very sensitive and smart too. But…’ Vicky thought.

She smiled like she had something in her mind. “Well, do you know how Sheila

injured her hand?”

Nikki had requested many people to look into this, and they all came back with

nothing. Hence, she did not know how Sheila injured her hand.

Enter title…

As she looked at Vicky’s gentle smile, a chill climbed up the back of her spine.

She exclaimed, “Was it you?”

Vicky neither admitted nor denied this as she continued, “Miss Mayland, my

husband helped you when you were in danger, and you’re now using his power

to secure a firm position in the bar and many other advantages.

People always say a favor should be returned substantially, even when it was

just a small favor. We’re not hoping you’ll return anything to us, but at the very

least, please don’t bite the hand that fed you and break our marriage. Alright?”

Nikki did not expect Vicky to be still so stubborn after everything she said. She

despised Vicky, knowing that she was also a person who seduced the man to

sleep with her to ruin his relationship.

She said coldly, “Just because Mister Hart has helped me, I’m willing to be the

bad person for him. I hope you’ll return Mister Hart his freedom. Three years

ago, you tried to make him like you, so you played the piano on his birthday in

front of everyone. You weren’t even good at it; the tune and key were off. Even Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

those who didn’t know how to play the piano thought it was bad, too.” 1

She was extremely anguished and felt bad for Tyler.

“Mister Hart likes a woman who knows how to play the piano. You can’t even do

that, yet you want to lock him in this prison that you call ‘marriage’. Don’t you

think you’re being too ridiculous?”

Vicky was not even fazed by Nikki’s words. All Nikki was telling her was to let

Tyler go, and that was it.

No longer wanting to talk to her, Vicky spoke, “I don’t know if I’m being ridiculous

or not. What I want to say is you better know your place. I’m not going to do

anything to you now, but if you continue what you’re doing, maybe the next

person who can’t play the piano is you. By then, you’ll know how ridiculous I can

be.”

Vicky no longer bothered to speak and thus left.

Vicky did not go to the bar for a week after that day. She did not want to become

the main topic that everyone talked about during afternoon tea, and she did not

want to see Nikki.

Vicky just entered a restaurant when she heard a gentle, attractive voice calling

her name in the restaurant.

“Vicky!”

She looked up and saw a handsome gentleman looking at her with a smile.

She walked over. “Sorry, I’m late.”

Sebastian shook his head. “You’re not late. I came early.”

Vicky sat across from him and said, “Sorry. I’ve been too busy lately to treat you

to a meal. You’ve helped me a lot, and I didn’t have the chance to thank you.” 1

Sebastian shook his head again. “I didn’t help you much. You don’t have to be

so kind.”

Yesterday afternoon, Vicky received a call from Sebastian asking her to grab a

bite together. She remembered Missus Mills telling her to stay away from

Sebastian, so she did not contact him herself.

When Sebastian called her, she did not have the heart to decline him, what

more after all the help he got her. She thought about it and decided to use this

opportunity to make it clear to him.

Once she sat down, Sebastian asked, “Vicky, have you been here before?”

This was a fine dining restaurant with lavish and classy interior design.

She glanced around and shook her head. “No.”

Sebastian said, “This used to be one of your favorite restaurants.”


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