Chapter 199

Tyler had a business meeting that night and had not returned home for dinner. Vicky leaned back against the bed head with a book in hand, but she could not read a single word as Sheila's words echoed inside her head. Thump! Suddenly, a sound came from the bedroom door, which jolted Vicky as she looked up from her book. Tyler stumbled in, and the scent of alcohol on him instantly filled the air. He sat on the couch with a scowl, and she got out of bed to walk toward him. "Have you been drinking, Tyler?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose and hummed in response. It was normal for a man of Tyler's status to frequent parties or business meetings. However, he did not enjoy drinking and would only take a sip or two when it was absolutely necessary. There would not be a soul who would dare to force Tyler to drink, so she never saw him this drunk before. He reeked of alcohol, and though his expression remained composed, he seemed to be having a hard time focusing, so she immediately kne