Fell Into His Love Trap (Skylar and Tobias)

Chapter 145

Skylar could only see Jeremy’s mouth moving. Still not satisfied, she adjusted her music volume to its

maximum.

The two of them ignored each other for more than ten hours on the train. The sky had turned dark

outside the windows, and the train coach was filled with varying kinds of aroma. The man sitting across

the aisle was slurping on some instant noodles. Not far away, someone was drinking and talking so

loudly that the other passengers found it hard to sleep.

Skylar took out her phone to check the time. It was already three in the morning. Since she boarded the

train, she hadn’t heard from Tobias. Yet, she could still feel the ghost of his kiss on her lips from

yesterday.

Upon checking his WhatsApp status, she found that he was online, which meant that he simply did not

want to contact her. Moreover, he even had time to change his profile picture but didn’t ask her about her

journey.

Instantly, she felt a pang of disappointment, like a girl in love for the first time, eagerly waiting for her

boyfriend to contact her. He was constantly on her mind even when she was asleep, and every time she

opened her eyes, she hoped to see a message from him.

Skylar zoomed in on Tobias’ new profile picture. His previous one only had a blank background, but now,

it was replaced by a landscape photo. No matter how much Skylar studied it, she couldn’t tell where it

was taken.

Seeing that Tobias’ WhatsApp status remained the same, she put her phone aside.

Just then, Jeremy finished a game of Mobile Legends. When he noticed the downcast look on her face

as she stared at her phone, he came down from the top bunk and said with a sneer, “Whose text are you

waiting for? Surely not Tobias’? Look at you, still so attached after getting dumped. Well, I don’t blame

you. After all, women love getting in over their heads. You really are pitiful though, thinking you could

marry into a rich family. Well, stop dreaming. How could Tobias Ford ever fall for you?”

Every word Jeremy uttered was like a stab to Skylar’s heart. Nevertheless, she kept her expression

impassive and picked up her phone again, slanting her head as she tapped on her phone, seemingly

chatting with someone.

When Jeremy was talking, she didn’t lift her head once to look at him as she couldn’t be bothered to

converse with him.

Jeremy felt like he was punching cotton; nothing seemed to affect Skylar. He couldn’t figure out who she

was currently seeing, but he was certain that it wasn’t Tobias.

Tobias was considered his creditor now. In order to look the part as an actor, he had taken a loan from

Reliance Bank, a subsidiary of Ford Group, a few days ago and he blamed Skylar for this. If it weren’t for

her, he would never have needed to borrow money.

Abruptly, Skylar’s phone screen lighted up with a WhatsApp notification. Her heart skipped a beat before

pounding violently against her ribcage. Then, she hurried tapped it open.

Penelope: Skylar, are you asleep? I think I’m in love.

Seeing that it was a message from Penelope, a myriad of emotions washed over her. She regretted

harboring hope because it only brought her disappointment in the end.

Skylar leaned on the lower bunk bed and languidly typed out a message: You tell me that once every half

a month. Which hottie is it this time?

Penelope: It’s a boy-next-door kind of guy. I’ll introduce you when you’re back. So what exactly is going

on between you and that guy? Have you broken up? Don’t be a homewrecker.

Skylar: I’m not a homewrecker.

A hint of sadness entered Skylar’s clear eyes at being called a homewrecker by her best friend. Her

choice of words was rather hurtful.

However, she didn’t know how to untangle herself from this situation. It didn’t help that Tobias had given

her an ambiguous answer after she asked him. Just this afternoon, she saw from social media that Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Tanya had participated in the ribbon-cutting ceremony for Luxe, a shopping mall under Ford Group.

Tanya was still Tobias’ fiancée in name.