Loving You In Secret

Chapter 199

Chapter 199

Tyler had a business meeting that night and had not returned home for dinner.

Vicky leaned back against the bed head with a book in hand, but she could not read a single word as Sheila’s words echoed inside her head.

Thump!

Suddenly, a sound came from the bedroom door, which jolted Vicky as she looked up from her book.

Tyler stumbled in, and the scent of alcohol on him instantly filled the air.

He sat on the couch with a scowl, and she got out of bed to walk toward him. “Have you been drinking, Tyler?”

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and hummed in response.

It was normal for a man of Tyler’s status to frequent parties or business meetings. However, he did not enjoy drinking and would only take a sip or two when it was absolutely necessary.

There would not be a soul who would dare to force Tyler to drink, so she never saw him this drunk before.

He reeked of alcohol, and though his expression remained composed, he seemed to be having a hard time focusing, so she immediately knew that he was drunk. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Go take a shower,” she said gently. “I’ll make you some herbal tea.”

He hummed again slowly, and she headed downstairs before returning with a cup of tea ten minutes later, only to find that Tyler was still dressed in his suit and had remained sitting on the couch.

Realizing that he had not gone to shower, she scowled and wondered just how drunk he was.

She set the tea on the coffee table and said, “Go change. You can drink the tea later while I run you a bath.”

During the time he was injured, she had been taking care of Tyler, and bathing him had become something she had grown accustomed to.

She found his pajamas and went to take his jacket off before proceeding to unbutton his shirt.

Though he was drunk, he had not acted hysterically and cooperated quietly, so she managed to help him change with ease.

Once that was done, she handed him the tea that had turned lukewarm.

“This tea will help with a hangover. Drink it, or you’re going to have a hard time tomorrow morning.”

He batted his eyelashes and looked at her blankly. “Why?* he asked in a hoarse, yet seductive voice.

“What?*

“Why are you so nice to me?”

She was taken by surprise for a moment. “You call this nice?”

Vicky thought that she was merely fulfilling the duties of a wife. ’You took care of me when I was in the hospital as well,” she said.

Since he had taken care of her before, she tried her best to care for him as well, even when he was injured from protecting another woman.

Suddenly, the world spun before her, and the cup of tea in her hand was knocked onto the carpet while she was pinned against the couch.