Chapter 1151

After ending the call with Skylar, Aiken put down his phone and leaned back in his chair, frowning slightly. A wave of fatigue washed over him. He had enjoyed Skylar's company, as she had his. During those two brief hours, he'd deeply yearned for family and a sense of inner peace, though some feelings remained unspoken. He felt unworthy of her.

When Skylar entered her house, she received a call from Charles.

“I just finished filming and took the medicine you sent. You’re the best, Skye.”

Skylar smiled. “You’re working so hard. Take care of yourself.”

“Don’t worry about me. My health is great. While I’m young, I need to give it my all. Just wait for me to bring home that Best Actor trophy!” Charles spoke with enthusiastic confidence, his dedication sincere, never taking his acting lightly.

Skylar understood perfectly and cheered him on. “Great! I’ll be waiting for that. You can do it! I can’t wait to show off your picture on Instagram, boasting that I have a brother who’s a Best Actor!”

“I won’t let you down. Hahaha,” Charles replied, brimming with confidence. Despite lacking formal training, he was committed to the work, even sacrificing dating to hone his skills. He believed he could achieve his dreams, just like others.

“Get some rest. Don’t forget your medicine over the next few days. With the flu going around, wear a mask when you go out,” Skylar reminded him before hanging up.

Charles laughed. “Alright, don’t worry. Take care of yourself too. If Joe bullies you, let me know immediately. I’ll go after him. Don’t think my sister is easy to push around.”

Skylar laughed. “You don’t have to worry. He hasn’t bullied me.”

“Hahaha, alright.” They chatted and joked before ending the call.

Chapter 1151

After showering, Joe video-called Skylar. The camera showed him in a Wiscadian restaurant.

“Are you showered and ready for bed?”

She nodded, yawning. “Yeah, I didn’t sleep well last night, so I’m sleepy now.”

“Go ahead and sleep. I ran into a minor issue here, but it should be resolved by tomorrow. I’ll be back the day after,” Joe updated her. As a husband, keeping his wife informed was important to him.

Skylar smiled. “Okay, I’ll wait for your return. Be safe abroad.”

“Sleep well, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

After the call, Skylar went to bed. Joe, however, remained on WhatsApp, his gaze fixed on the screen. Paul, sitting opposite, chuckled softly. “Mr. Martin, you’re getting fond of Mrs. Martin.”

His care for Skylar was evident; he was still staring at their chat page even after the call ended. Skylar’s profile picture—a simple landscape image—was unremarkable. Paul wondered what made it so captivating. Joe must be missing Skylar, even after only a day or two apart.

Joe looked up. Paul fell silent. Suddenly, they heard a commotion and gunfire outside the restaurant.