Chapter 43

Sylvia's reply came quickly. "Hm? Did something happen?" she asked. Tyler wasn't quite sure how to explain his actions to her, so he vaguely responded, "It's nothing. I just thought it might be inappropriate." He then put away his phone and smiled at Arnaud. "But I really am curious about what kind of woman could eventually win your heart," he said. He had only meant to make conversation to break the awkward silence in the car, but at the next second, his gaze fixed on something. He even narrowed his eyes and looked several times, rather believing that he was mistaken than accepting that the mark on Arnaud's neck could be a hickey. "Uncle Arnaud… Is that a mosquito bite on your neck?" Arnaud paused. Instead of covering it with his collar, he'd casually unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, fully revealing the hickey and two scratch marks below it. They looked fresh, covered only by a thin layer of scab. "No," he replied. Tyler was speechless. He was so shocked that he didn