Loving You In Secret novel Chapter 355

The next morning, Vicky was woken up by the ringing of her phone. She fumbled for her phone and answered. "Hello..."

"Still sleeping?" A cold, melodious voice came from the phone.

"Tyler?" Vicky jolted awake and said, "Is…something wrong?"

After a brief moment of silence, he said, "I texted you this morning and you didn't reply, so I was worried about you."

'This morning?' She repeated inwardly and glanced at the time to find that it was already twelve at noon.

When Vicky did not respond, Tyler added, "I called Nanny Paterson, and she said you're not at home. Did you not go home last night?"

She started panting heavily at the memories of the night before.

"I... I stayed in the hospital with Jennifer last night, so I didn't go home."

Tyler knew that Vicky had gone to spend nights with Jennifer in the hospital in his absence and did not suspect a word she said.

"You've been up all night taking care of Jennifer again, haven't you?" he asked.

Vicky tried her best to comb through her thoughts and muttered, "Yeah..."

"Should I hire a private nurse for you?"

Vicky's heart sank as she blurted out, "It's fine!" Realizing that she sounded hysterical, she added, "Jennifer is recovering. Cece and I are enough... Bringing a stranger in might make Jennifer uncomfortable."

Tyler did not insist. "Call me if you need anything."

"Sure."

Just as Tyler was about to hang up, she asked, "When are you coming home?"

"In about two weeks."

"I see..."

"What's wrong?"

Vicky stayed for a while, but the two soon told her to rest at home.

Since she was indeed feeling exhausted, she did not insist on staying.

As soon as she returned home, her phone rang, and she came close to throwing her phone across the room when she saw the display on the screen.

It was from the masked man.

Vicky did not answer, nor did she reject the call until the call was automatically cut.

A few minutes later, her phone rang again and she glared at the numbers dancing on her screen.

For a moment, she desperately wished that she could stomp her phone into pieces, but suppressed her urge to do so.

The call was automatically dropped once again, and an unread message popped onto the screen.

There was no text and only a video. Without playing it, she knew what it was.