Loving You In Secret novel Chapter 1175

Vicky's heart turned cold. "Okay… Miss Young, Mister Hart, I hope you can forgive me after this," she said through gritted teeth before she downed three glasses of wine. She coughed as the taste of tannin tickled her throat. Soon, a flush of red stained her cheeks.

She looked at Tyler and asked, "Are you happy now, Mister Hart?"

"As if. You can't seriously think your wrong can be forgiven by just drinking three glasses of wine, right?" Tyler replied coldly.

Vicky clenched her hands angrily. 'He's making my life difficult on purpose!'

Seeing this, the boss immediately laughed and said awkwardly, "Vicky, now that you've finished three glasses, you still need to toast Mister Hart and Miss Young separately."

By then, Vicky started to feel a little dizzy. She was sure she would be lying face down on the floor if she had to drink another two glasses of wine.

'Ugh… Why does Tyler insist on making my life difficult?' thought Vicky. Suddenly, propped up by liquid courage, she did not want to continue this charade anymore.

She was about to give Tyler a piece of her mind when Sheila quickly stood up with a glass of water in her hand and said, "Ms. Shaw, I hope you don't mind me toasting you with water instead of wine, but let's forget everything about what happened after I drink this."

Having said that, Sheila immediately downed the glass of water. "There, all done."

The anger Vicky felt moments ago disappeared instantly after that. She was the one in the wrong, yet Sheila was kind enough to defuse the situation for her. Not to mention, Sheila was the one who so kindly arranged tonight's meeting. Thus, Vicky knew it would be rude of her to explode in anger.

"I should be the one toasting you, Miss Young." After taking a deep breath, Vicky downed the glass of wine in her hand. All she had to do was to drink one more glass.

'One more glass and I'm done. But if Tyler insists on making my life difficult… well, I can give him a piece of my mind then…' she told herself.

"Miss Young, would you like me to call you a cab?" asked Chelsea's boss.

"No, it's okay. My manager is waiting outside for me," Sheila replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Chelsea's boss did not keep her any longer.

After Sheila left the room, Chelsea pulled up the drunk Vicky and, in a small voice, said to Tyler, "Mister Hart, I'll bring Vicky up."

Tyler turned to look at the drunk Vicky and said nonchalantly, "That won't be necessary. Leave her here, and you may all leave now."