Tobias noticed the worry written on Skylar's face. An unobtrusive smileappeared on his face as he said, “You're the owner here. Give me youridentity card later. I'll transfer the ownership to your name.”

Skylar swallowed thickly. This gift is even more extravagant than a blackcard.

Shaking her head, she questioned, “Are you throwing your money atme?"

A trace of incredulity flashed across Tobias’ eyes. He furrowed his browsand deepened his voice. “Can't I? Isn't this every woman's dream?”When he relaxed his brows and seemed less unapproachable, Skylarreached out and took the keys from him. Then, thinking that this giftwas 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 themoney being thrown at me.”

Turning back to the front, his signature cold expression slipped backinto place. “Unlikely. You'd be stuffed to death at most.”

As they entered the villa, Skylar half-expected to see someone likeLaura who was tasked to take care of the place, but she was onlygreeted by silence.

This villa wasn't very big, but the decor was exquisite and screamedmoney. A winding mahogany staircase connected the floors, and therewas an antique touch to the entire place, exuding a retro vibe. It lookedlike a beachside villa people often saw in movies.

Drawing in a long breath, she noticed two pairs of matching indoorslippers, one pink and one grey, neatly placed on the shoe rack. Shegingerly changed into the slippers and stood in the living room withher eyes darting around the place.

After a moment of silence, Tobias asked casually, “So are you happywith this place? I've already settled the application for you to liveoutside 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 willsolve that."

Naturally, Skylar didn’t believe his words. Before he disappeared, hehad told her that they would see each other very often, but he vanishedfor a month after that without contacting her at all.

Perhaps she would end up living here by herself, but that didn't seemlike such a bad thing.

Skylar went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to replace thateverything was stocked up. There were even several types of peanutbutter. Seeing as the vegetables and fruits were neatly sorted in storageboxes, she surmised that whoever did this must have OCD.

Tobias stood next to the refrigerator, holding it open. His toweringfigure was a head taller than it. “Can you cook? I don't know how to doanything of that sort, so you'll have to take care of me in the future.”

“I can, but my cooking is not tasty. I always ate instant food thatneeded minimal cooking,” Skylar replied curtly.

Speaking of this, Skylar suddenly felt ashamed as she recalled what theinfluencer lookalike Sheldon brought along the other day had said toher. Us girls should have more class when choosing the food weconsume. 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 makeends meet, so it was out of the question.

Before going to university, she never had meat fondue before becauseshe couldn't afford it.

After closing the refrigerator, Tobias locked eyes with Skylar. His gazewas gentle and bewitching when he chided her, “Your life is an absolutedisaster. Learn how to cook from now on! I'm not planning to hire aservant here. Having others around gets annoying.”

Skylar averted her gaze and looked slightly uncomfortable. He seems tothink it's a woman's job to cook. Typical male chauvinist. Why can't helearn to cook too?

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