Loving You In Secret

Chapter 1309

Chapter 1309

"It's just a scam call," replied Vicky.

The three of them continued their meal.

Suddenly, Cece's phone rang. She took it out and looked at the caller ID with surprise. "Harry? Why is he calling

me?"

As she spoke, Cece answered the call.

"Miss Lynn?" Harry asked anxiously, "Is Missus Hart with you?"

"Vicky?" Cece was puzzled. "Yes, she's here. Is something wrong?"

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"Can you put me through to Missus Hart?"

Though perplexed, Cece handed the phone to Vicky. "Vicky, it's Harry."

Hearing Harry’s name, Vicky's heart sank slightly. Harry was not the type to persistently call someone, so the fact

that he was desperate enough to call Cece after Vicky turned her phone off was worrying.

"Missus Hart, is Mister Hart at home?" Harry asked.

Vicky narrowed her eyes and asked, "Hasn't he gone to the company yet?"

"No, he hasn't," Harry spoke rapidly. "There's an important signing event today, and Mister Hart instructed me

yesterday to go to the venue directly to prepare. However, it's already the arranged time for us to sign the contract

with our partner, and he hasn't arrived yet. I called him several times, but no one answered..."

Tyler was a punctual person.

Vicky's heart stopped for a moment. "Wait a moment," she said and promptly hung up the phone.

She immediately turned on her phone and called the housekeeper, asking, "Has Tyler left?"

"Mister Hart didn't go downstairs until I left the mansion."

The housekeeper generally cleaned until around nine in the morning, and Tyler would not normally sleep until that

time.

Vicky ended the call and turned to Cece and Jennifer. "I need to go home."

Without waiting for their response, Vicky left.

40 minutes later, she returned to the mansion.

Tyler's shoes on the rack showed no signs of being moved.

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Vicky rushed upstairs and opened the door to Tyler's room to find him lying in bed. His eyes were tightly shut, and

his face was flushed.

She gently touched his forehead and concluded that he had a fever.

Three days later, Tyler finally regained consciousness.

It was dusk, and the fading sunlight shone into the room while Vicky sat by the bed, peeling the skin of an apple.

She looked up from the apple and gazed at the man, who was suddenly awake. Caught by surprise, the long stripe

of peel broke off in her hand.

She set the apple and the knife on the table and reached over to test Tyler's temperature.

Tyler turned away and said hoarsely, "You shouldn't be here."

She stared quietly into his eyes.

After a moment of silence, she said, "You won, Tyler."