Chapter 212

It was not a heavy type of perfume, but it was a scent Vicky was familiar with. After all, Sheila had the same scent on her. She willed herself to ignore Tyler. After opening the window, she was about to walk away when Tyler grabbed her wrist tightly. Vicky stared at the handsome, cold-hearted man. "Can I help you, Mister Hart?" She returned to her cold self, even calling Tyler formally. Tyler's blue eyes bore into her eyes domineeringly, sharply. "Where did you go?" Vicky answered with an indifferent expression, "Does that have anything to do with you? Tyler squinted at this and warned, "Missus Hart, you only returned home after midnight from a strange man's car, yet you have the audacity to ask…what does that have to do with me?" Vicky chuckled. "You don't care when you're out all night dating another woman and have everyone in town gossip about it. Don't act like I had an affair when a friend was nice enough to drop me off… It's not good to have double standards." She swung