Chapter 72

Skylar turned to Joe, tilting her head. "Let's go pick up Grandma together tomorrow morning, if you're free. She'll be discharged tomorrow." Joe's gaze fell on Skylar's half-lidded eyes.

Had she been watching over him this whole time? The thought crossed his mind, but quickly dissipated.

Skylar wore a comfortable home outfit. Her long, freshly washed hair cascaded down her back. Her light makeup was removed, leaving her face pristine and youthful. Dressed in an extremely conservative, pink-toned outfit, she looked no more than eighteen. If not for her attire, he might have thought she was deliberately coming downstairs to seduce him.

"Okay," Skylar nodded and headed upstairs. She was really too tired.

Joe watched her go before settling back on the couch. His gaze lingered on the blanket left on the floor. Had she come downstairs to cover him with it because she was worried he might catch a cold? Joe's eyes darkened slightly in contemplation.

The next morning, Skylar went downstairs to make breakfast. There was milk in the fridge, so she heated it and fried some eggs and ham to make sandwiches. As she was preparing breakfast, Joe came downstairs in casual attire. They were going to the hospital together later, so Skylar made two breakfasts. "Would you like some breakfast? I made sandwiches, and there's milk."

Joe glanced at the table. The sandwiches looked appetizing, no different from those sold outside. Though he was unaccustomed to eating breakfast, he nodded at her faint smile. "Sure."

An hour later, they arrived at the hospital. Edgar had already completed Gloria's discharge procedures. After picking up Gloria, they returned to Pearlhall Residence. After a brief conversation with Gloria, they left.

"Where are you going? I'll drive you," Joe said. He was driving that day.

Skylar sat in the passenger seat and looked outside, but didn't see any bus stops nearby. It was already 9:00 a.m. Knowing Joe was busy, she said, "You can drop me off here. I'll just call an Uber."

Joe glanced at her. "There aren't many vehicles passing by near Pearlhall Estate. Let me take you."

"Thank you, Mr. Martin. Please drop me off at the antique street on Nova Avenue," Skylar said.

Getting a cab there was difficult. She had promised Daniel she would finish restoring two ancient paintings as soon as possible. The delays over the past few days had set her back significantly.

At the mention of the antique street, Joe raised an eyebrow. Still, he didn't ask what she was going to do; her affairs were none of his concern. He didn't need to be curious about her.

Just then, Skylar's phone rang. Glancing at the screen, she saw it was a call from Natalie.