Loving You In Secret novel Chapter 1478

Vicky's eyes opened, and it was then she saw Tyler's face inches away from hers.

Her eyes widened in anger, and her cheeks started to turn red. She instinctively moved her face away, causing the warm water to drip down from her lips to the bed.

Tyler frowned subtly before dropping his head to kiss away the warm water flowing out of the corner of her lips. "You need to drink more water. You're sick."

"You're just using that excuse to take advantage of me," said Vicky coldly.

Tyler was starting to get irritated with Vicky's attitude. "You can't think I need an excuse to do whatever I want to you."

Vicky fell silent. 'He's right. He has always done whatever he wants to me without a need for an excuse.'

Tyler then realized he said something he should not have. At that moment, it hit home that he was not the type of guy who knew to say sweet nothings to make his woman happy.

In fact, the only way he knew how to relate to Vicky was through threats and force. He was not as funny as Noah or as smooth as Harvey. He did not even know how to express his feelings like that simpleton Alex, so it was no surprise Vicky did not want to stay with him.

The more he thought about what he lacked, the more anxious he became. Perhaps it was because he knew he lacked all the things to make Vicky stay by his side that he resorted to using violence to make her stay.

Tyler was the first to break the long silence with a question. "What do you want to eat later?"

"Whatever," said Vicky. She did not have the appetite, and it was not like there was an abundance of food choices she could pick from, with her being sick and all that.

Tyler looked at her for a while before phoning the kitchen, telling them to make some chicken soup for her.

Vicky still did not feel that well, so she decided to take a nap.

Tyler did not bother her anymore. He simply sat by her bed, and from time to time, he would stare at her to make sure she was okay.

However, even with her eyes closed, Vicky could still feel his eyes on her. So intense was his gaze that anyone would have found it uncomfortable, let alone someone sick like Vicky.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Mister Tyler, I've brought the chicken soup," said the servant.

Tyler got up to open the door.

'Finally, he's not staring at me anymore,' thought Vicky.

However, he quickly came back. The chicken soup was still piping hot, so he placed it on top of the table to wait for it to cool before sitting back down beside Vicky.

Vicky's eyes were closed, but Tyler knew she was not sleeping because her eyelashes would flutter softly from time to time.

'She's endearing,' he thought. The more he looked at her, the more he found himself wanting to kiss her.