Loving You In Secret novel Chapter 474

Vicky did not exert a lot of strength as she bit Tyler, but she still bit hard.

Tyler began to bleed from the wound, and blood stained Tyler's white shirt.

When the metallic taste reached her taste buds, Vicky snapped out of her stupor.

'What am I doing?!'

There was nothing she could do to defend herself against Tyler, yet she could not control herself due to the sheer rage.

'How… How is he going to punish me this time?' she whimpered.

The thought of facing cruel consequences and punishment appeared in her mind. Her body started to tremble as she looked at Tyler fearfully.

Tyler looked down at her pale face and mocked, "Weren't you trying to kill me when you bit me? Why are you so afraid now?"

Vicky tried to curl up into a ball, and she found herself unable to run as Tyler hoisted her into his arms.

Tyler sneered and carried her out of the room.

…

Tyler did not treat her any differently even when they dined in the dining room. Nonetheless, Vicky was in constant fear, not knowing what Tyler was going to do to punish her.

After dinner, Tyler wheeled her out for a walk. Like yesterday, he helped her fill the bathtub with water.

When the bathtub was filled, he placed her into the warm bath.

Moreover, the host was definitely someone special for Tyler to willingly attend the party. Everyone continued to gaze at Vicky, and it made her very uncomfortable.

Just then, the daughter of the host quickly went to greet them. "Mister Hart, Missus Hart! It's an honor for me to have you two attend the party."

She was surprised to see Vicky in the wheelchair. She did not know Vicky's actual condition and thought she was role-playing. Without thinking too much, she quickly invited them in.

Those who attended the masquerade were mostly much younger people from upper-class society. When they saw Tyler attending the party, many of them started to whisper.

Their gazes remained on Vicky even as they made their way in.

The old Vicky would have ignored these gazes, but at this moment, she could not ignore how pointed their stares were—they felt like daggers stabbing into her.

She felt immensely distressed and began fearing for herself.