Tobias treated this place as his temporary imperial residence.

Skylar discovered a long time ago that this man was prone to severe mood swings, and his attitude towards her was hot-and-cold.

When he was in a good mood, he treated her like a precious gem. If she asked, he would probably steal a star from the night sky for her.

However, he was sometimes so brutal that he seemed like a completely different person.

Skylar slammed her schedule for tomorrow onto the table. She hit the table so hard that her hands hurt.

“I have to leave the house before the sun even rises tomorrow. You’ll excuse me for not doing it with you tonight. If you’re so desperate, you can always find another woman to vent your animalistic instincts on.”

Skylar looked as though she had swallowed a few mouthfuls of gunpowder. Tobias gazed at her with a steely expression, feeling aggrieved.

She doesn’t like my present.

Skylar caught a faint whiff of alcohol on his clothes. He had probably come straight here from one of his work parties.

Tobias glanced at her schedule on the table. It was almost completely full—she had a very busy day tomorrow.

a dimly lit room. The moment they entered the room, Tobias

hovering around the edge of her underwear. “Are you going to stay after this,

to pop the question. In the past, she had looked forward to living together with Tobias—that meant they could see each other after work every day. It was some form of

routine, he dropped by less frequently. Sometimes, he refused to reply to

to say his

his eyes, he said, “Just once? That won’t be enough. We’ll have to do it

she should laugh or

body. He was very aggressive this time—her pants were only halfway down her thighs before he pushed her onto the bed and

he panted and breathed raggedly. He told Skylar in a low voice that it had been half a

if she should

sat on the sofa and smoked quietly, while Skylar lay in bed, naked as the day she was born. Even

energy to sit up in bed. Her calves were still cramping up, which made

ashtray, he noticed that there were a few cigarette stubs in it.

smoking a third of.

She climbed up from the bed with much difficulty and realized it was the cigarette butts in the ashtray that

Are you against my friends dropping

butts in the ashtray looked like a brand preferred

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