Loving You In Secret

Chapter 11

The front desk women knew what Sasha Young was hinting at and smiled. “Don’t worry, Miss Young. We won’t let any strangers walk in.”

Sasha looked pleased by this response. Those who did not know who the real Missus Hart was could have mistaken her for Missus Hart instead.

…

Half an hour later, the elevator door opened, and Sasha, as well as Tyler Hart, walked out one after another.

Vicky Shaw stood up. “Tyler—”

Before she could say anything else, Sasha interrupted her and said, “Tyler, we need to hurry. Sheila doesn’t seem to be doing alright. You should go see her quickly…”

Tyler, on the other hand, never intended to deal with Vicky. While Sasha spoke to him, he did not even lay his eyes on Vicky and walked past her.

To this, Vicky quickly stood in his way and stopped him. “Tyler, just give me one minute.”

“Vicky Shaw! No matter how hungry you are for attention, can you at least read the room?” snarled Sasha. “Sheila is in a bad situation. Are you trying to kill Sheila on purpose by stopping Tyler from leaving? Why are you so despicable?” NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“I don’t see you in a rush when you mock me recklessly,” replied Vicky level-headedly. “Why are you rushing now?”

Sasha did not answer this. Instead, She pointed at Vicky arrogantly. “Stop wasting our time. If something bad happens to Sheila, Tyler will be the first one coming after you!”

Vicky smiled. “You’re so funny. Why don’t you go look for the one who hurt your cousin instead of me if anything bad happens to her? Even if the victim had the most say in her story, she’s probably not as absurd as you.”

“You—!”

“That’s enough!” snapped Tyler, running out of patience.

He then looked at Sasha. “Where’s Sheila? Take me to her.”

Vicky’s brow furrowed as she grabbed onto Tyler’s sleeves. “Tyler, I—”

Tyler cut her off instead and said warningly, “If anything happens to Sheila because of you, then… Maybe I will blame it on you.”

Vicky’s grip on his sleeves loosened unconsciously, allowing him to walk out. Sasha, on the other hand, gave her a contemptuous look and haughtily left with him.

It was not often that Tyler returned home, and she did not know when she would be able to see him. Most importantly, it would do no good for Cece’s case to drag on.

Vicky hailed a taxi to follow Tyler’s car.

He arrived and parked at the entrance of Stoneford City’s biggest clubhouse, where only members were allowed to enter.

The attendant at the door recognized Tyler and thus greeted him respectfully, “Good day, Mister Hart.”

Tyler did not even need to show the attendant his membership card to enter. When Vicky wanted to follow suit, however, she was stopped.

“Miss, please show me your membership card.”

Of course, she did not have the clubhouse’s membership card. She thus pointed at Tyler, who had walked too far away, and said, “I’m here to look for Tyler.”

Still maintaining his smile, the attendant did not budge. “Please show me your membership card.”

He was polite indeed, yet he scanned her from head to toe as though she was just another woman intentionally trying to get close to Tyler.

Without a choice, Vicky could only wait outside.

Tyler walked out several minutes later with a disheveled-looking woman in his arms. Tyler’s coat hung on her shoulders, yet her hair seemed tousled and one side of her cheek was swollen. She was none other than Sheila.

Sasha walked anxiously beside Tyler and said something to him. He then walked to his car and placed Sheila in the backseat while Sasha quickly got into the car.

Guessing that their next destination had to be the hospital, Vicky hailed another taxi to follow Tyler’s car. However, Tyler drove so speedily that the taxi driver lost sight of his car. Luckily, Vicky had guessed their destination and got off at the nearest hospital.

As expected, she saw Tyler’s car parked at the entrance of the hospital. Nearly half an hour later, she finally found the ward Sheila was staying in.

There were only Sheila and Tyler in the ward. Sasha was nowhere to be seen.

Naturally, Vicky would not just rush in blindly. She waited outside the ward for Tyler to come out to talk so she could talk to him about Cece’s case.

The door to Sheila’s ward was ajar; Sasha must have left in a hurry to not have noticed this.

Vicky could listen in the room, although she could barely make out the words.

“I’m sorry for troubling you with my problem again, Tyler,” rang Sheila’s feeble, hoarse voice.

“You don’t have to be so polite with me,” replied Tyler, his voice cool and low. “If it wasn’t because of me, you’d still be able to play the piano.”

Sheila’s expression changed, and she looked depressed and upset. “Even though I can’t be a pianist, my current career is doing very well. I’m quite satisfied.”

After a few seconds of silence, Tyler muttered, “Sheila, I’m sorry.”

Sheila shook her head and smiled. “Tyler, It’s not your fault. You don’t have to apologize to me.”

Vicky’s gaze faltered when she overheard their conversation. Automatically, she started to imagine the story of a soap opera…

Sheila used to be a pianist, but due to whatever happened because of Tyler, her hand was injured and she could no longer play the piano, thus forcing her to change her career. After she saved Tyler, she became Tyler’s first and unforgettable love. They had a good relationship and nearly got engaged.

In came Vicky, who appeared out of nowhere and used despicable measures to force Tyler to marry her and became Missus Hart. Perhaps Sheila was too heartbroken, or perhaps something else happened to her, that she had to leave Stoneford City.

All these years, Tyler was disgusted with Vicky for breaking up Sheila and him. He hardly returned home and was reluctant to even look at her. Their marriage stayed because Vicky found all kinds of excuses and methods to make it stay intact.

Sheila returned to Stoneford City on Vicky’s birthday, and when Tyler knew this, he decided to get a divorce when he knew he could no longer continue with this marriage.

This was the story, was it not?

While Vicky was deep in thought, a voice called out to her. “Miss Shaw?”

Vicky looked back and noticed a young adult looking at her with what seemed to be surprise in his eyes.

Not having an ounce of recollection of him, she asked, “Who are you?”

The man was evidently stunned. “I’m Mister Hart’s assistant, Harry Gardner. You don’t remember me?”

Harry Gardner? Vicky mumbled in her heart and found nothing in her mind. When she was about to explain to him that she had lost her memory, the door in front of them opened.

The handsome yet uninterested man stood at the door, and his expression matched the apathy in his voice.

“Vicky, why are you here?”