Chapter 1482


    Chapter 1482


    Tyler was so swift that Vicky could not stop him.


    Blood tainted his white shirt, and she froze.


    Tyler nced at her and raised his arm to stab himself again.


    Vicky’s eyes widened. “Tyler, stop it!”


    Still, the de cut into his sh once again.


    Right before Tyler could stab himself the third time, Vicky finally managed to catch his arm.


    “Tyler Hart, what do you think you’re doing?!’ she hissed, ring at him with bloodshot eyes. “Do you


    really think you can make me forgive you by torturing yourself?” Her fingers tightened around his arm


    as she trembled. “I won’t forgive you; this will only make me hate you more!”


    Tyler studied her face calmly. “Vicky, this isn’t to make you forgive me.”


    Vicky felt disoriented and questioned sharply, “What is it, then?” Her chest heaved rapidly, her


    breathing erratic, and her words disjointed. “Tyler Hart, when did you stoop to using such despicable


    methods?!”


    Blood flowed along the edge of the de and dripped onto her hand.


    Vicky’s trembling intensified as her anger overwhelmed her. She seemed to have gone ck before


    her eyes, and she almost fainted.


    Tyler noticed something was wrong and reached out to steady her. “Are you alright?”


    Vicky closed her eyes briefly, her mind filled with the sight of vivid, crimson blood.


    Exhausted, she said, “Please just stop tormenting me.”


    Tyler was stunned. He had not expected her to react this way. Looking at the knife in his hand, he


    suddenly realized she disliked violence and loathed weapons.


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    He discarded the knife, his voice subdued. “I’m sorry. I frightened you.”


    Vicky’s face was as pale as a ghost.


    “Let’s bandage it first.”


    Tyler never intended to end his life. He only meant to punish himself, so he wielded the knife with


    precision. Though the wound looked severe, it would not significantly affect his daily life.


    After retrieving a medical kit, Vicky did not tend to Tyler’s wound. Instead, she simply sat quietly.


    A flicker of disappointment shed through Tyler’s eyes as he


    Vicky had not spared him more than a nce as if she him for his past misconduct, and he even


    scared her again.


    It seemed reasonable she did not want to look at him.


    Despite his logic and attempt to rationalize the situation, the pervasive sense of disappointment and


    heartache reminded him how delusional he had been.


    Vicky caught a glimpse of Tyler as he slowly applied the ointment. He proceeded just as calmly and


    unhurriedly as usual, and she desperately wished she could snatch the medicine from his hand and


    apply it herself.


    Of course, she could not do so.


    Though she seemedposed, she was shaking like a leap. She could hardly hold onto the cotton, let


    alone apply ointment to Tyler’s skin.


    She did not dare to look at his wound, fearing she might cave at the sight of his injury.


    Silence fell, disrupted only by the faint clinking of the medicine bottle.


    After some time, Tyler’s chilly voice broke the silence. “I’m done.”


    Vicky raised her head and saw that Tyler had neatly dressed his wound.


    She finally rxed, and it was only then she realized her back was covered in sweat.


    “It’s gettingte. I’m going to rest,” she said stiffly.


    Tyler watched as she hurried away, and the look in his eyes darkened.


    Later that night.