Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 1683 

Skyler took another big gulp of water and rinsed her mouth. She said, “Thanks for the concern. It was just stress puking. I’m fine now, no need for a hospital run.” 

She didn’t get to finish her sentence before Zavier cut her off, “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” 

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“It’s not that I don’t want a ride, just I don’t need a trip to the hospital. Could you maybe drop me back at campus?” Skyler wasn’t certain if those three thugs had really taken off. In such a dicey moment, she wasn’t about to foolishly decline Zavier’s offer of a ride. 

The girl had puked her guts out from fright, but she spoke with a casual tone as if nothing had happened. Sure, she was a bit of a scaredy-cat, but without a single teardrop-tougher than he had expected. 

Zavier’s rare kindness surfaced, “Get up. Let’s go.” 

Skyler tried to get up, but her entire body felt weak, and she couldn’t stand up. She looked up at him, batting her doe eyes pitifully, “My legs are jelly, and I can’t stand up. Could you give me a hand?” 

Zavier snorted, “Skyler, cut the act. I’m not falling for your tricks.”e2 

“I’m not playing any tricks. I really can’t stand up.” Ignoring Zavier’s cocky attitude, she extended her hand, “Just help me up, it’s not like you’ll lose a limb.” 

Faced with her outstretched hand, Zavier couldn’t refuse. He took her small, soft hand in his large one and with a firm tug, pulled her to her feet. Perhaps he hadn’t judged his strength well, or maybe her legs were still too wobbly, but she ended up tumbling into his arms. Her soft breasts met his firm pecs in a stark contrast. 

Zavier froze for a second before pushing her away. Skyler, not yet steady, fell back to the ground with a thud. 

Zavier was far from chivalrous, instead, he accused her first, “Thought you weren’t playing games? That move might work on some guys, but not on me. Best drop the act before you really tick me off, Skyler.” 

Skyler gritted her teeth in frustration and thought to herself. “What’s wrong with this guy?” 

He had yanked her so forcefully that it was no wonder she hadn’t stood firm. She hadn’t blamed him, yet now he was turning it around on her. Talk about playing the victim. 

Zavier pressed, “Feeling guilty?” 

Skyler couldn’t be bothered with him. 

Zavier went on, “Cat got your tongue? If you love being mute so much, you might as well cut it out and donate it to someone in need.” 

Thankfully, she had regained some strength. Pushing herself off the ground, Skyler brushed off the dirt from her clothes, “Did I ask to be pulled into your arms? It was you who hauled me in. If you wanted a piece of this, just say so, instead of pinning it on me.” 

Zavier actually chuckled at that, “Me, want a piece of you? Skyler, why don’t you take a good look at yourself in a mirror? Do you have any idea how disheveled you look?” 

Skyler fell silent. Looking at her reflection right now was out of the question, but she was well aware of her disheveled state. 

Before she could retort, her cellphone rang from inside her bag-a call from her roommate Emma, undoubtedly, “Skyler, why aren’t you here yet? Did you get lost? Do you need us to come get you?” 

Hearing her roommate’s concerned voice, Skyler, who had been holding back tears, finally felt her eyes well up, “Emma, I ran into someone I know, and I got a little situation to handle. I’ll skip the barbecue.” 

“Which acquaintance? Other than us, who else do you know in the Capital?” Emma’s voice was full of curiosity. 

“I’ll tell you all about it back at the dorm,” Skyler replied, trying to sound composed. 

“We can pack something for you to bring back,” Emma offered. 

“It’s okay, I’m not hungry.” Skyler managed to say, her voice trailing off.