Loving You In Secret novel Chapter 1484

Tyler was exceptionally alert, so Vicky had to wait until he was out of the room before she dared to emerge. Peering through the peephole, she watched as Tyler headed toward the study.

'Does he have some work matters to attend to?' she wondered.

With this question in mind, Vicky stepped out of the bedroom as soon as he entered the study. She stood at the entrance to the study for a few minutes, and when Tyler did not reappear, Vicky took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and entered.

The desk lamp cast a soft, dim glow. In the reflection of the light, the knife Tyler held glistened with a chilling sheen.

Vicky, who had just entered the study, was met with a shocking sight: Tyler was holding a knife and was making incisions into his own body.

He was solely focused on the blade in his hand, so Vicky's sudden entrance caught him off-guard, and he seemed stunned.

Vicky's eyes scanned the scene, and she instantly noticed the wounds on his body. Her eyes widened, and she questioned sharply, "Tyler, what are you doing?!"

A flicker of panic passed through Tyler's eyes. He had considered the possibility that she might think he was deranged for self-harming.

He tried to hide the knife, but before he could, Vicky swiftly walked forward. Without looking at the knife, she forcefully tore open his shirt.

An intricate web of scars covered his chest, most of them already scabbed over, and the wounds were not particularly deep. Still, they appeared overwhelmingly distressing.

"Why?" Vicky trembled. Looking into Tyler's eyes, her gaze was infused with emotions he could not decipher.

Tyler lowered his gaze and remained silent.

Furious, she repeated, "Tell me, Tyler. Why are you doing this?!"

Unable to help himself, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Her body slammed into his wounds, but instead of pain, he felt oddly satisfied. The more physical pain he was put under, the better he felt.

Sensing she was pressing against his wounds, Vicky jolted in shock and tried to push him away. "Tyler, let go!"

Tyler tightened his arms around her and muttered, "I'm sorry, Vicky, but I can't let you go."

Even if he knew his presence itself caused her pain and that he would end up in pain, he refused to let go.

"Tyler, just give up... This relationship will never work."