Chapter 22
Chapter 22
When Skylar walked into the house, she saw Tobias sitting at the long table. The air was thick with
silence in the living room, and only the sound of newspapers flipping could be heard.
Unwilling to greet Tobias, Skylar planned to go straight upstairs.
“Stop right there. Where did you go so early in the morning?” The man’s deep voice was heard coming
from behind.
Skylar turned around. “I went to have some croissants as I was hungry.”
“You didn’t buy me some when you went out to have breakfast on your own? How stingy.” Tobias put
down the newspaper and glared at her.
Speechless, Skylar said grumpily, “I didn’t know you eat store-bought croissants. I thought the rich
always eat like, I don’t know, sourdough bread?”
It just so happened that Laura came out of the kitchen with fresh piping hot breakfast on the tray –
sundried tomatoes, sauteed spinach, turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, and yes, sourdough bread.
Skylar raised her eyebrows. “I’m afraid that you’re not used to eating something as simple as croissants.
Anyway, I’m going back to sleep. Talk to you later.”
“Why did you let her go out to get breakfast? What’s the point of me hiring you?” Tobias chided Laura as
soon as she came out.
Laura hurriedly explained, “I didn’t see Ms. Jones when I woke up this morning. I’m sorry, Mr. Ford.”
Skylar then chimed in, “I woke up too early, so I went out to eat. Isn’t this very normal? Why the fuss?”
She didn’t understand why Tobias wanted to reproach Laura.
However, Tobias ignored Skylar’s explanation and shot a glance at Laura. “I don’t hire you to sleep in
here, understand?”
Skylar stared at the man with her mouth agape. Crap. What I said just now seems to be adding fuel to
the fire.
Looking helpless, Laura nodded her head repeatedly and promised that she would be more mindful of it
in the future.
Skylar saw for herself how exploitative a capitalist was from Tobias’ behavior, which lacked compassion
as a human.
Thinking that he was just being absurd, she couldn’t take it anymore and said angrily, “Do you mean that
Laura needs to wake up at three o’clock in the morning if I wake up at four?”
“Why not? Is there any problem?” Tobias asked.
“N-No problem, Mr. Ford. I will get up two hours earlier every day,” answered Laura hurriedly.
She then shot a look at Skylar, signaling for her to stop talking.
With that, Skylar had no choice but to keep her mouth shut and turn to go upstairs.
When she returned to the room, she realized that the bedsheet that was soiled by her last night had Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
been replaced with a new one.
The quilt on the bed was also neatly laid out without a trace of wrinkles as if no one had ever slept on it.
The bed was neat, but Skylar did not care and directly lay down on the bed in a comfortable position.
Right then, the bedroom door was pushed open from outside, and Tobias appeared before her eyes.
Even so, she did not bother to get up but continued lying on the bed with the same posture.
“This is me. I sleep after I’m full. Oh, and I have to tell you the truth – I’m lazy, gluttonous, and sloppy.”
Being astute as he was, Tobias could see that Skylar did so on purpose in order to make him despise
her.
He chuckled and replied, “I don’t need you to do anything anyway. Just be more expressive in bed. I
don’t want you to be like a dead fish while I’m sleeping with you.”
Just before 10 a.m., he threw a folder on the bed and left.
After he left, Skylar went to take it and open it.
There was an admission letter from her previous university inside.
Southwood Film Academy was one of the three famous institutions for film and television production in
the country. Jeremy used to be a sophomore here.
Because of Jeremy, Skylar got herself into Southwood Film Academy as well.
After graduating from high school, she spent the entire holiday doing odd jobs to earn her tuition fees.
Having finally saved enough tuition fees, she started to dream of a happy future with Jeremy, where they
could be together every day, as well as go to classes, the cafeteria, and the library together.
When the first semester at the university was about to start, Jeremy called to meet her up at the coffee
house next to their high school.
While bawling his eyes out, he said that he had fallen ill and would take a break from studies for a while.
He also did not know whether he could still continue his studies in the future.
His family could not afford his medical treatment, so he could only wait on his deathbed. He also told her
to take good care of herself as his days were numbered.
After being together for seven years, Skylar could not bear to watch him pass at such a young age, so
she gave him all her tuition fees at that time.
She didn’t know where she found the courage to help him raise money for his surgery despite being so
poor herself at the time.