Chapter 1548

Since Tyler did not respond, Vicky had no intention of being presumptuous. "Rest up. I'll be leaving now," Vicky said, moving her hand away from where it was supporting him. However, her wrist was firmly held by Tyler, and for a moment, she could not pull away. At this point, Vicky realized that the man was relying on her for support, his upper body leaning heavily against her. "Mister Hart, please let go—" Her words were cut off by Tyler's low, hoarse voice. "Help me back to my room." Vicky paused for a few seconds. "Mister Hart, shall I call the hotel staff to assist you?" His tone held a hint of impatience. "Aren't you the staff?" "..." Vicky glanced at him and noticed his glossed-over eyes, realizing that he might not recognize her at all. "Do you know who I am?" Vicky asked him. Tyler's gaze slowly turned to her, and he uttered, "The hotel staff." Vicky was rendered speechless. "I am not a hotel staff." Vicky tried to push him away. "If you need assistance, I can help