Loving You In Secret

Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 160

Chapter 160

Tyler was still looking at Vicky sharply. Vicky did not know what he could see in

the dark, but she did not open her eyes or move, acting as though she was

asleep.

She could not tell how long it had been. When she was finally falling asleep,

Tyler finally left. At first, she thought Tyler might not come back.

When she was deep in her sleep, she heard someone opening the door and

walking. Shortly, the other side of the bed sunk a little. Later, she was pulled into

a familiar pair of arms.

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The smell of the sanitizer floated in the air. The pungent smell was terrible and it

disgusted her and even woke her from her sleep. Her instinct kicked in and she

tried to struggle away from the hug.

Tyler paused. Seconds later, his voice rang in the dimmed room, “You’re

awake?”

“Yeah.” Vicky moved over to the other side of the bed and said softly, “The

disinfectant smell on your body is too strong. I’m not very comfortable with it.”

After a moment of silence, he said, “I’ll go take a shower.” Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

He thus got down from the bed and went to the bathroom. After he finished his

shower, and Vicky having fallen back to sleep, he got onto the bed and pulled

Vicky into his arms.

She struggled for a while before she fell back to sleep in his arms.

A silver light pierced the sky. Thunder roared as lightning struck the sky.

The sky rumbled.

Vicky’s eyelids flapped open.

A downpour was unleashed, and the rain slammed against the window. Long

watermark streaks ran down the glass as though they were teardrops.

She sat on the bed and looked to the side unconsciously. It was empty, and the

side of the bed looked undisturbed as though no one had slept with her.

She looked at the time. It was half past one in the early morning.

‘Tyler.Js not back yet?’

She rubbed her aching glabella and picked up the book-the same one she was

reading before she slept—that dropped to the bed, putting it back on the

bedside table.

As the thunder rumbled in the skies, jolting her awake from her slumber, she

walked to the window and gazed into the rain.

The cool, gloomy rainy night was like a deep abyss that no light could penetrate

inside. The only light that appeared in the world was the occasional lighting.

She picked up the phone and took a look.

There was no notification on her screen. No text messages or missed calls.

For a long time, she stood in front of the window and looked outside. Suddenly,

she thought of something and opened the old text messages she received. The

last text message she received from Tyler was at five in the evening.

[Don’t wait for me to have your dinner.]

She moved her finger and instantly, all the text messages they sent appeared

before her eyes. Those were the most recent text messages they sent to each

other. Most of them were messages where he told her he was not going back

for dinner, for her to not wait for him, and him asking her to sleep early. They

were simple and short.

She slides to the later messages before Sheila was injured.

Compared to the shorter, simpler text messages she received recently, those

text messages were far more interesting. She would remind Tyler to eat his

meal at the right time. Also, a message that he sent to tell her the maid had

prepared breakfast for her after she slept till late after he had overworked her

the night before.

In fact, they also sent each other boring messages, too.

Vicky curled her lips into a smile while she read those messages. Alas, the smile

did not reach her eyes.

She thought for a while and sent Tyler a text