Loving You In Secret novel Chapter 696

Meanwhile, Tyler was seated on the living room couch, reading. He heard her footsteps but did not bother to look up. "You can go after having breakfast."

Vicky went to sit by the dining table, and when she saw Tyler still on the couch, she muttered, "Have you eaten?"

"No."

"Would...you like to join me, then?"

He lifted his gaze from the book in her hand with a cold expression. "No thanks," he said. "I lost all appetite when I saw you."

"..." Had Vicky not had some time with Tyler in the past and known he was used to speaking in this manner, she would have stormed out the door. However, she knew that she was in the wrong for vomiting in his car and said nothing else as she picked up a spoon.

After taking a few bites, she could not help but ask, "Did you make all this?"

Tyler was slightly annoyed by her questions and frowned before answering, "Yes."

Vicky looked at him dubiously. "You can cook?"

"What's that look in your eyes?" he questioned in displeasure.

"I just...didn't think you're the type who can cook."

"That's just your opinion."

"..." Rendered speechless, Vicky felt more curious about Tyler.

Tyler was a generous man, and anyone could tell he came from a wealthy family.

Just as she was putting her shoes on, Tyler spoke out, "What happened to your ankle?"

Vicky looked down and realized that her ankle was swollen to the size of a tennis ball.

She did feel a sting in her ankle when she walked out of the hospital the day before, but she did not pay much mind to it as she was in a hurry to flee from Jonathan.

After all that happened in the car, she fainted. Though she felt the pain once again when she woke up, she did not mention it as she did not want to cause Tyler any more trouble.

It was not until this moment that she realized her ankle was swollen, and she faintly remembered that she seemed to have twisted her ankle when Jonathan and the other two men dragged her around.

"I'm fine. I probably twisted my ankle at some point. It'll feel better once I get a cold towel on it." Vicky glanced at her ankle carelessly and looked away. "I'll get going now, Mister Hart."

As she spoke, Tyler got up and strolled toward her.