Chapter 697

Vicky was startled by Tyler's behavior. "What is it, Mister Hart?" He stopped before her and crouched to study her ankle. When his cold fingers came into contact with her skin, Vicky was overwhelmed by a strange feeling. "It seems that your muscles and bones are fine for now," he said, "but the swelling has worsened because you didn't get it treated last night." Vicky instinctively moved away from his touch. "I'm fine, Mister Hart, honest. It's getting late, and I should really—ah!" Before she could finish, she was lifted off her feet. Though Tyler had carried her the night before, she was not as sober as she was at the moment. After learning that he had bathed and changed her, she was so embarrassed that she could barely look him in the eyes, and she started panicking when she found herself in his arms. He carried her to the couch and started checking her ankle intently, all the while applying light pressure at different spots. "Does this hurt?" "No... Mister Hart, I'm fine.