Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 6
An expression colder than snow adorned Tyler Hart’s handsome face, and his voice was just as cold as he sneered, “Try it, then.”
Vicky scoffed and walked away proudly.
After taking the elevator, she returned to the banquet hall. She looked around to locate Cece when all of a sudden, a glass of red wine spilled onto her evening gown.
The waitress, with a tray at hand, seemingly did not notice her, causing her to bump into Vicky and spill the wine from the tray in the process.
The waitress frantically stammered, evidently on the verge of tears, “Missus Hart, I’m sorry… I’m really sorry!”
Seeing this, Vicky said, “It’s fine. I’m just going to change into a clean outfit.”
She thus went to the elevator to go upstairs to change into a new outfit.
Ding! The door to the elevator opened and a tall man walked out of it elegantly. Glancing at her, he was rather surprised to see the wine stain on her evening gown.
Vicky’s breath halted when she saw the look on Tyler’s face. She slowly made her way to enter the elevator before the man moved in front of her, effectively stopping her.
His lips curled into a sarcastic smile. “What’s wrong with your outfit, Missus Hart?”
Vicky balled her fists tightly. Every time this jerk spotted her, only mockery and sarcastic comments would follow suit!
Alas, it seemed God had an affinity for antagonizing her.
She sneered, “Mister Hart, do you remember that you’re the CEO of Hart Corporation? You have a prestigious status. Don’t you feel cheap by having such a gloating look on your face?”
“Oh, so caring for my wife is cheap?” He gave her a once-over and pretended to be curious. “Then, does Missus Hart think of herself as a cheap woman too?”
The door to the elevator was about to close while they were talking, and no one else had entered. Having nothing to retort with, the annoyed Vicky silently stormed into the elevator.
get a divorce from Tyler, she thought they could end things peacefully instead of winding up in a difficult situation. In spite of that, every time he spoke, he could precisely light up the fire in her body and
annoying—though evidently still charming—face disappeared from
looked away and looked at the waitress
…
in the mirror, Vicky was dumbfounded by the reflection of the outfit she had just changed
sizes of evening gowns for emergency purposes. With that, she quickly looked at the other outfits
just too…ugly. It was old-fashioned,
and it was
and this meant it was hot and dry. It felt hot even in short sleeves, tops, and shorts, not to mention how hot it was to be wearing long sleeve tops and long pants. If she was to
of people just by walking on the street, what more attending a birthday party! It was Senior Hart’s birthday party today. Many prestigious and powerful guests attended the birthday party. If she were to attend the party in this outfit, she would
evilly popped into Vicky’s mind when he saw the wine stain on her evening gown before she entered the lift. By then,
“It’s that jerk!”
to believe Tyler had instructed the waitress to spill red wine onto her and purposely made her wear such an ugly outfit, just to make a fool out
“Ugh, he’s insane!”
because she had embarrassed The Mistress Duo,
to change back to her previous evening gown. Suddenly, her
moment she accepted the call, however, her friend’s frantic voice came from the other end
before her phone seemed
“Cece! Where are you—?”
the busy dial tone beeped. She tried
and did not care about changing back to
a commotion in the hallway. Most people were heading toward a room and were
real? Was
yeah. We can hear the sounds, even
happening
who that
she heard the gossip. She noticed a huge group of people standing in front of a