Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Coralie Chariott took a step back to give way to Skylar Holland. "I'll wait for you in the living room." she
said.
The lights in the bedroom behind Skylar was much brighter than that outside, but Coralie preferred to
stay in the living room.
"No, you can come in." Skylar said.
Skylar walked back into the bedroom, leaving her no chance to refuse.
Coralie stood outside the bedroom and looked at the inside, which had a different ambience from the
outside. It was neatly decorated in black and white, simple, and elegant.
"Excuse me." Coralie said.
She went into the bedroom politely.
Skylar settled on the sofa in the bedroom, showing his injury to her.
Coralie nervously sat next to him and used a cotton swab to apply antiseptic onto Skylar's wound on
his forehead. "I'm sorry. Did you accidentally fell because my neighborhood was too dark?"
"No."
Skylar answered coldly.
With his gaze on her serious face, Skylar caught sight of Coralie nervously staring at his forehead, and
carefully applying the antiseptic on him.
In fact, it was just a minor injury, but Coralie still treated it carefully.
"It isn't? You were fine before that though."
Coralie asked him.
It was not because she was curious, but because the whole villa was empty. Only the two of them were
in the bedroom. If she did not speak, the whole bedroom would be silent.
The disadvantage of the big house was that it was easy to get paranoid and scare yourself.
"Do you really want to know?" Skylar asked.
His eyes were fixed on her.
"I was just curious. It's alright, if you don't tell me." replied Coralie.
"Could it be a particularly embarrassing incident?" Imagination flashed through Coralie's mind. "Maybe
he tripped over something and fell to the ground?" she guessed.
Skylar, being a high profile individual, would certainly not be willing to talk about these things.
"It's none of your business. Don't ask." he said.
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Coralie felt like slapping herself.
She always talked too much and asked him questions that she should not have asked.
She did not utter a word until she had done treating the wound. After putting away the medicine, she
stood up and asked Skylar, "Which room should I sleep in tonight?"
Skylar raised his eyes slightly and looked at Coralie, who seemed to take it for granted.
"So she does not intend to sleep with me at all." he thought.
"Sleep next door." After finishing his words, he felt that he was somewhat irritated and added, "If you
are trying to play hard to get, I'd advise you to give up."
"Oh, Young Master Holland, don't worry. I know myself well enough." Coralie answered.
Coralie went out with her things, and went into the next room.
In fact, she was a little angry. She had done nothing, but she had no idea why Skylar kept identifying
her as the kind of women who wanted to seduce him.
However, she was too tired so she did not want to think further. She changed and went to sleep.
The next day.
On the next day, Coralie woke up naturally before 7 o'clock.
There was nothing at home for her to make breakfast. Coralie had to rely on her memory to find a 24-
hour supermarket in the neighborhood. She bought some eggs, bread, ham and milk.
It was the first time Coralie set foot in such a high-class neighborhood. She was really amazed.
Cars were only allowed to access the outer parts of the neighborhood. There was a garden designed
specifically for pedestrians to walk on. This small neighborhood was like a mini world on its own. There
were orchids, pavilion rockery, small bridges and a stream.
The scenery was breathtaking.
"Sure enough, it can't be compared with my neighborhood."
Coralie sighed. She once went to the South to look at the famous garden of ancient times, but it was
nothing more than that.
"I think I will be lonely all my life. I've been so lonely..."
Her phone rang, Coralie took a look at the caller ID. It turned out to be the landlady.
"Hello." Coralie greeted.
"Miss Chariott, thank goodness. You answered the phone. Where are you now?"
The landlady's voice was trembling when she heard Coralie answer, as if something had gone wrong.
"I stayed over my friend's house last night. Landlady, what's wrong?"
She had just paid the rent for this month. Presumably, the landlady did not call her for that purpose.
"I just received a call from the police, saying that they received a call from a neighbor. Your apartment
seemed to have been robbed, but they did not see anyone at home. I thought..." The landlady stopped
halfway and said, "However, it's good that you are fine. I am now rushing to the house, but after this
incident, I am afraid that I can't continue renting the place to you."
The landlady also knew that this community was so old. It was not safe for a young lady like Coralie, to
live here.
It was lucky that nothing had happened this time, but nobody knew what might happen next time.
"Okay." Coralie replied.
Coralie had goosebumps. She recalled that Skylar suddenly came over yesterday and asked her to
move out with such a tough attitude.
"Is everything a coincidence?" she pondered.
When Coralie returned home, she saw that the door of Skylar's bedroom was still closed, so she
started making sandwiches.
"What are you doing?" Skylar asked.
As soon as Coralie finished making a simple sandwich, Skylar came out of the bedroom.
He finished washing up, but he did not wear a shirt. Instead, he was wearing a casual t-shirt. His
hairstyle was not fixed, so it looked softer than usual.
Probably because it was the weekend.
"Breakfast is ready. Come and have some." Coralie said.
Coralie handed him the sandwich and a glass of milk.
"I've told you that I married you for good luck. I'm not asking you to do the chores. If not, I would have
hired a servant." he responded.
Skylar sat down. He took a sip of milk but continued to lecture her.
"I'm sorry. I was just making breakfast. I had extra so I made some for you too." Coralie explained.
Perhaps, in the three-years of marriage life, she lived in an organised way, and eating breakfast had
become a habit.
At the same time, if there was someone else at home, she would not be able to ignore them and only
prepare her own breakfast.
"From now on, you just need to take care of yourself."
Skylar said so, but he still took a bite of the sandwich to eat. By the end of it, he had finished three
sandwiches.
"The landlady had just called me to say that someone called the police. My house was robbed.
Fortunately, I wasn't there."
As Coralie spoke, she raised her head and looked at Skylar seriously.
"Yes." he replied.
Skylar was calm, as if he had known it for a long time.
"Did you know something in advance? Is that why you insisted that I stay with you?" Coralie asked.
The calmer he was, the more certain she was that Skylar knew something.
"When I was about to leave yesterday, I heard two people talking about going to the fifth floor of
Building 7, so I beat them up." he added.
"Beat up? Then your injury..." Coralie gasped.
His words were calm, but Coralie finally connected the dots together.
"I was accidentally scratched by the two thugs." Skylar clarified.
"Thank you." she uttered.
At that moment, Coralie did not know what to say. She knew that this man was obviously concerned
about her but she did not understand why he acted so strangely.
"As I said, I married you for good luck. If you suddenly went missing, it will be my loss." Skylar
emphasized.
Skylar put down the empty glass of milk and was about to leave, but he was stopped by Coralie. "I'm
going to buy some vegetables later. Do you have anything you would like to eat?"
She did not have much money, but Skylar gave her his credit card, so she could only express her
gratitude in her own way.