Loving You In Secret

Chapter 1548

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?" n n

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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 you call for help, but please

release my hand."

Talking to a drunkard was undoubtedly like talking to a wall as Tyler's response remained the same. "Help me back

to my room."

Vicky attempted a few times to no avail in pushing him away.

It was at this moment that the elevator began ascending.

Vicky was unsure if anyone else needed the elevator. If they were caught Vicky and Tyler in this compromising

situation, who knew what sort of story people would come up with?

Helplessly, Vicky asked, "Which room are you in?"

"The room key is in my pocket," he mumbled.

While his response was not quite to the point, at least it gave her some useful information.

Vicky slipped her hand into his coat pocket, searching multiple times, but found no room key. "Mister Hart, the room

key isn't in your coat pocket."

"Mm-hm."

"What do you mean, mh-hm?' she screamed inwardly.

"Mister Hart." Vicky patiently persisted. "I didn't find the room key."

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After a period of silence, Tyler answered slowly, "It's in my pocket."

"..." Vicky struggled to keep her patience. She started to suspect that he did not even know what he was saying.

Vicky had the urge to leave him in the corridor.

Casting a glance at the pocket of his trousers, Vicky begrudgingly started searching again. She checked both

pockets and still could not find the room key.

With a hint of irritation, Tyler hoarsely grumbled, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for the room key."

Ignoring her answer entirely, Tyler's intoxicated gaze fixed on her. "Why are you touching me?"

"... If you don't want me touching you, just let go." Vicky's patience ran thin. "I can't find your room card. Go back to

your room on your own."

"Room card?" Tyler lifted his gaze and slowly retrieved a car from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "This?"

Vicky suppressed the urge to curse and thought to herself,' Is that considered a pocket on his clothes? I guess so.'

She snatched the card from his hand and found his room.

All she wanted was to deliver Tyler back to his room and leave as soon as possible.