Loving You In Secret

Chapter 418

Chapter 418

Vicky screamed and opened her eyes abruptly.

The man sleeping next to her was woken up by her scream and sat up to turn on the light.

The warm light chased away the darkness, and his silky voice echoed in the room. "Bad dreams?" He

pulled her into his arms and reassured her," It's fine now.’

She turned around blankly, and the fear in her eyes intensified when she saw his face.

Part of his face was concealed by the darkness, as dark as the soul hidden beneath his skin that

preyed on anyone who was drawn closer by his alluring appearance.

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Overwhelmed by terror, she shoved him away. "Don't touch me’’

He scowled in displeasure but suppressed his emotions, considering she had just had a nightmare. He

shot her a pointed look and said, "I will get you a glass of water.'

With that, he walked out of the room.

As Tyler left, Vicky's racing heart settled down, and she realized that what she saw was only a dream.

What one thought of during the day tended to haunt them at night, and she realized that Tyler

represented all things evil in her mind at this point for him to seem so terrifying in her dream.

Soon, Tyler returned with a glass of water and handed it to Vicky. 'Take a sip."

Perhaps it was because of the nightmare she had or that she had finally learned the truth, but she did

not reject his offer.

After taking a few sips of water, she finally regained her composure and sobered completely.

She handed the glass back to Tyler and said, "Thank you."

Tyler did not respond and placed the glass on the nightstand. He went to bed and stared at her. "What

did you dream of?"

She instinctively looked away in silence, and he chuckled. 'Me?"

Vicky recalled how Tyler said that she was a poor actor. If he could guess what appeared in her dream,

he would definitely be aware of her plan to escape.

"What did I do?" He seemed interested. "What did I do to scare you that much?"

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She looked at him. "In my dream...you broke my legs."

He lifted an eyebrow. Unlike ordinary men who would hold her close and tell her that they would never

hurt her under the same circumstance, he asked, "Why did I break your legs?’

"Because..." She stared into his eyes. "I tried to run."

"I see..." Tyler scanned her up and down. "Are you scared?"

"...A little."

"Don't try to run, then. Or else...’ He held her close and said, "The day I run out of patience, I might

actually break your legs."

Sensing how serious he was, her blood ran cold. She stared at him and mumbled, "Will you

really...break my legs?"

"Of course." He remained extremely calm. ’Fear is the best way to command submission."