Tobias finished taking his shower when a fragrant aroma wafted over from the coffee table in the living room.

In the meantime, Skylar sat on the carpeted floor with a huge glass bowl on the table.

Then, using a fork, she unhesitatingly proceeded to slurp her noodles.

Such a sight was eye-opening to Tobias. All this while, none of the women who dined with him had ever eaten this way.

They always said they were full after a few bites of salad or dared not even open their mouths.

Yet, Skylar nearly had her entire face in the bowl.

 

Watching Tobias stare at her as though she were a freak, Skylar got up and headed into the kitchen.

Then, she swiftly grabbed another fork, walked over to Tobias’ side, and handed it to him. “I can give you some of my food if that’s what you want. There are two eggs in here, and the fork is clean. I haven’t used it.”

 

Skylar emphasized the last sentence. She knew Tobias was a germaphobe, so there was no way he would use someone else’s fork.

It would be a struggle for someone like him to enjoy shared dishes. He surely wouldn’t be able to withstand having to taste another person’s spit.

bowl. “It doesn’t matter even if you’ve used the fork. It’s not like I haven’t

but his words made Skylar flush a

and silently

at the dining table. What’s with your weird habit of eating at a

out of trouble, Skylar hurriedly

if Tobias was

in bed. He would always kiss and bite

table? Isn’t this what

as long as I’m not

at the dining table and no longer

calmly slurped on her noodles even as

meaning to ask Tobias if she needed to be quiet. It would be a disaster if the man’s fiancée called and found out that

that it didn’t matter what she

phone and tossed it

woke up to find that Tobias had left,

and took out a

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