NovelEnglishTobias noticed the worry written on Skylar’s face. An unobtrusive smile appeared on his face as he
said, “You’re the owner here. Give me your identity card later. I’ll transfer the ownership to your name.”
Skylar swallowed thickly. This gift is even more extravagant than a black card.
Shaking her head, she questioned, “Are you throwing your money at me?”
A trace of incredulity flashed across Tobias’ eyes. He furrowed his brows and deepened his voice.
“Can’t I? Isn’t this every woman’s dream?”
When he relaxed his brows and seemed less unapproachable, Skylar reached out and took the keys
from him. Then, thinking that this gift was nothing but a hot potato, she threw the keys back to him.
“It’s too expensive. I can’t take it. I’m afraid I might die from all the money being thrown at me.”
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Turning back to the front, his signature cold expression slipped back into place. “Unlikely. You’d be
stuffed to death at most.”
As they entered the villa, Skylar half-expected to see someone like Laura who was tasked to take care
of the place, but she was only greeted by silence.
This villa wasn’t very big, but the decor was exquisite and screamed money. A winding mahogany
staircase connected the floors, and there was an antique touch to the entire place, exuding a retro vibe.
It looked like a beachside villa people often saw in movies.
Drawing in a long breath, she noticed two pairs of matching indoor slippers, one pink and one grey,
neatly placed on the shoe rack. She gingerly changed into the slippers and stood in the living room with
her eyes darting around the place.
After a moment of silence, Tobias asked casually, “So are you happy with this place? I’ve already
settled the application for you to live outside campus. Once you’re done filming, you’ll move in here
with me. Didn’t you say that you didn’t feel secure? Seeing me every day will solve that.”
Naturally, Skylar didn’t believe his words. Before he disappeared, he had told her that they would see
each other very often, but he vanished for a month after that without contacting her at all.
Perhaps she would end up living here by herself, but that didn’t seem like such a bad thing.
Skylar went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to find that everything was stocked up. There
were even several types of peanut butter. Seeing as the vegetables and fruits were neatly sorted in
storage boxes, she surmised that whoever did this must have OCD.
Tobias stood next to the refrigerator, holding it open. His towering figure was a head taller than it. “Can
you cook? I don’t know how to do anything of that sort, so you’ll have to take care of me in the future.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“I can, but my cooking is not tasty. I always ate instant food that needed minimal cooking,” Skylar
replied curtly.
Speaking of this, Skylar suddenly felt ashamed as she recalled what the influencer lookalike Sheldon
brought along the other day had said to her. Us girls should have more class when choosing the food
we consume. She had even said it while looking down her nose at her.
Needless to say, she wished to be classy too, but she could barely make ends meet, so it was out of
the question.
Before going to university, she never had meat fondue before because she couldn’t afford it.
After closing the refrigerator, Tobias locked eyes with Skylar. His gaze was gentle and bewitching when
he chided her, “Your life is an absolute disaster. Learn how to cook from now on! I’m not planning to
hire a servant here. Having others around gets annoying.”
Skylar averted her gaze and looked slightly uncomfortable. He seems to think it’s a woman’s job to
cook. Typical male chauvinist. Why can’t he learn to cook too?
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