Chapter 876

The way Vicky looked at Tyler was both strange and familiar. Many years ago, she had looked at him like that as well. The look was one of worship and adoration. However, she never looked at him like that ever again. Vicky nervously averted her gaze from his as if she had been caught red-handed doing something she should not have been doing. Suddenly, she felt her cheeks burning up. Tyler put her back on the bed and said, "You do know that you still have a fever, right?" "I just wanted to take a shower," said Vicky, her voice still feeble and hoarse. "I haven't taken a shower in days, and it's making me feel uncomfortable…" Tyler was quiet for a while, then he picked up the tray from the table. "Have some soup first." Vicky reached out for the bowl, only to have Tyler move the tray out of her grasp. "I'll feed you." "There's no need. My hand is fine. I can feed myself." "You haven't washed your hands in a long time. They could be covered in all kinds of germs for all we know," sa