A month ago, she escaped from this place and even shredded the contract between herself and
Tobias.
And now she had returned to this place again. It was as though everything had started all over again.
Skylar refused to get out of the car. She held on tightly to the grab handle above with all her might.
Tobias was taking off his suit unhurriedly and in an instance, the glint in his eyes grew dim. “You don’t
need to get out of the car. Anyhow, we can do it anywhere. It’s just a little bit uncomfortable in the car
and your knees can easily get hit.”
Skylar was staring at Tobias vigilantly all the while and she watched as he unbuttoned his shirt lento.
Slowly, his well-built chest showed up and Skylar was in a daze looking at it.
She raised her arm and pressed it against Tobias’ hands which were unfastening the fourth button on
his shirt. “I’m not feeling well and I won’t be able to satisfy your needs tonight. If you’re looking for
someone to content your desire, women should be the last thing you’d ever be short of, right?”
Skylar’s throat was terribly sore and she had been feeling giddy and light-headed since afternoon.
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With her current condition, if she still had to entertain this man, it would probably appear on the
headline the next day: Young Girl Died in the Bed of the Rich. What incredible news.
With a placid expression, Tobias was examining the veracity of Skylar’s words. Then, he noticed
something off with her face. It was flushed like a cooked shrimp.
He raised his hand and put it on Skylar’s forehead. It was blistering.
“Get off the car with me now.”
Skylar felt like crying. “Man, look at my condition right now. Are you trying to kill me?”
She looked at Tobias with an irritated face as though she was looking at some jackass.
“Don’t die in my car even so. It’ll depreciate…” Skylar’s expression made Tobias chuckle softly. At that
moment, his eyes were loaded with glee.
Skylar was dragged out of the car by Tobias without even a wee bit of pity and tenderness.
Standing at the door, Skylar was wondering what expression Laura would put on when she saw her.
She was probably the last person Laura ever wanted to see.
Upon hearing the sound at the door where the passcode was being keyed in, Laura was alarmed as if
her biggest enemy had come after her. With no time to tidy up the mess on the coffee table and the
crumbs of chips scattering on the floor, she quickly brushed off the specks of snacks remains on her
palms.
“Mr. Ford, Ms. Jones, you’re back.” She stood nervously at the door.
Tobias noticed the mess in the living room immediately. Taking just a glance at it, he remained silent.
Still staggering, Skylar sat down on the sofa right after stepping in and even before her shoes were
taken off.
Watching the sickly condition of Skylar, Tobias sat down beside her and tenderly pushed her head over
to himself, letting her lean against his chest.
“You’re having a fever. Come, I’ll get you to the hospital.”
Skylar clung to Tobias like a koala bear and flinched at what he said. “No, I’m not going. I’m scared of
the pain.”
What pain is there about going to the hospital? We’re not even talking about injection. Tobias pecked
lightly on Skylar’s feverish forehead.
With such condition, she still went for a fondue dinner. I really can’t comprehend how delicious a meat
fondue is that she likes it so much.
Ever since her grandma passed away, Skylar had always just endured and carried on with what she
had to do every time she fell sick. No one was concerned about her and Jeremy would only ask her to
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She wasn’t planning to go to the hospital this time either.
In a trance-like state, Skylar suddenly remembered there was once when she had had a fever for a few
days and finally, she couldn’t bear it any longer and prepared to go to the hospital.
It was in the middle of the night and she couldn’t hail any cab by the roadside. Hence, she waited in the
wintry breeze for half an hour.
Her temperature rose so high that her feet turned wobbly and she couldn’t even standstill.
Nevertheless, she registered and waited in line to see the doctor all by herself.
The doctor prescribed an injection and some antipyretic medication for her.
However, after Wesley moved in, her residency status was altered and there was not even an address
for her to register permanently, which left her with no access to public health benefits.
She had to pay for her own medical costs. It was three hundred and thirty and she didn’t have enough
money to pay so she had to ask Jeremy for help.
Nevertheless, Jeremy transferred only fifty to her. In the end, she went home and suffered through till
she recovered on her own.