Loving You In Secret novel Chapter 435

Jackie noticed the dark look on Harvey's face and interrupted Alexander, "Alexander, it's not the time for this. Mister Sparks has just woken up, so just let it go. Besides, he was injured because he tried to protect Miss Shaw."

Alexander scoffed. "God knows if he is really doing this for Vicky or for that woman. I heard that she plans on returning."

"No matter what happened, she once saved Mister Sparks' life. You know that he doesn't like owing people. He's just trying to pay his debt..." Jackie said.

"He almost got killed and went to prison for three years. Isn't his debt paid? Stop bringing that up as if he has to spend the rest of his life paying that debt! Is Harvey responsible for her entire life simply because she saved him once?" Alexander retorted in annoyance.

Jackie's tone weakened. "But Miss Shaw... She doesn't even like Mister Harvey. Besides, Vicky Shaw approached Mister Sparks with an ulterior motive as well."

Alexander seemed to know a lot about the past and scoffed at his words. "Whatever motive Vicky has, she's still better than Gloria! If she truly loves Harvey, she wouldn't keep Tyler Hart on a hook. If she doesn't love Harvey, she shouldn't have given him hope! Anyway..." He stared directly into Harvey's eyes. "You've made a mistake once and suffered for it because of that woman. As your good friend, I don't want you to repeat the same mistake again. Also, it's best that you stay away from the Shaw women. Vicky is now Tyler's wife, so what's the meaning of stealing her away?"

"Vicky lost her memories," Harvey said. "She's forgotten all about the past."

Alexander stilled. "So?"

"Maybe it's a good thing that she forgot." Harvey smiled lazily. "Once Gloria comes back, she's probably here to stay. I won't get in between her and Tyler again, but Vicky..." He paused. "I owe her too much to see her get hurt again."

...

By the time Vicky returned with the freshly cooked soup, Alexander and Jackie had left.

She brought the warm bowl of soup toward the nightstand and asked, "How are you feeling? Is your wound hurting?"

Harvey turned his head with a frown. "... It hurts."