Chapter 676

Skylar slowly recovered her composure, staring at the picture. Her heart raced. “Aren’t you scared of being seen, Joe?” she asked.

Joe’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Are you scared, or am I?” he countered.

Skylar froze. When had their relationship evolved into this? They were acting like a couple madly in love.

Joe made breakfast. Since his first attempt, he prepared breakfast whenever he woke early. Practice, as they say, made perfect. With each meal, his skills improved. He even made bolognese pasta occasionally. That's what he'd made today, enhanced by the chopped bacon Skylar had prepared a few days earlier—enough to last them a week. Joe loved it; sometimes he'd devour two large bowls.

After some casual conversation, Joe suddenly asked, “Did you meet Molly a few days ago?”

Skylar was surprised. How did he know? She nodded. She wasn't interested in keeping secrets from Joe. “Yeah,” she admitted, “She asked me to meet her at a café a while ago.”

Chapter 6 (continued)

Joe’s eyes darkened. “What did she tell you?” he asked.

“It was like a soap opera,” Skylar replied with a smile. “She gave me a check and told me to leave you.”

However, Molly had been far calmer and more generous than the typical dramatic character. Skylar might have hesitated if Gloria hadn't been a constant presence between them, solidifying their status as a couple.

Joe chuckled coldly, incredulous. “A check?”

“Yeah.”

“How did you refuse her?”

Skylar grinned. “How do you know I did refuse?” She noted his direct question about her refusal, rather than a general response. Did he trust her that much?

Joe raised an eyebrow. “I have faith in you.”

Those five words restored Skylar’s composure. “I told her I’d leave if you asked for a divorce,” she replied.

Their relationship had strayed from the terms of their covert marriage contract. A divorce from him meant her immediate departure. If his cherished former love returned, she would willingly step aside, should she choose.

Joe stared intently at Skylar. Their eyes met; it felt like they could read each other's minds.

Suddenly, Joe’s phone rang. He answered and put it on speaker.

“Joe, I’m sick. I just took my temperature—102 degrees Fahrenheit. The doctor said not to get sick after discharge. I’m terrified. I feel so weak. Am I going to die?” Jenny’s voice cried out.

Joe glanced at Skylar, who looked down and took a sip of her milk.

Joe didn't immediately respond. Jenny continued, “I’m sorry, Joe. I’m bothering you again. You’ve been so busy, and you just got married. You definitely don’t have time for me. I’m sorry.”

“Wait at home,” Joe instructed calmly.

Jenny agreed cheerfully.

Skylar wasn't surprised, only slightly uncomfortable. She rose to clear the table.

As she picked up the cups, Joe took them from her. “Leave it. I’ll handle it.”

“Aren’t you going to check on Jenny?” Skylar asked, surprised.