Fell Into His Love Trap (Skylar and Tobias)

Chapter 7

Without hesitation, Skylar got out of the car and sat in the front.

She could not help but take a few more glances at Tobias' hands on the steering wheel.

His fingers were elegant and slender, and the veins on the back of his hands seemed to symbolize true

masculinity.

There was a platinum ring on his ring finger, and it glinted coldly under the light.

"You're married?" Skylar blurted out before she realized it.

Thinking that she might have very well slept with a married man, a deep sense of guilt rose in her

chest.

"I don't see how that has anything to do with me taking you home." Tobias did not directly answer her

question.

Skylar clamped her mouth shut and bowed her head, fumbling with her seatbelt.

Instantly, the seatbelt alarm started blaring noisily in the car as she had not fastened her it yet.

This was her first time sitting in a luxury car, and her hands seemed to have a mind of their own,

preventing her from inserting her seat belt.

Tobias then cast a fleeting glance at a flustered Skylar before leaning toward her.

Not expecting that he would be so close to her, Skylar reacted fiercely and shielded her chest with both

hands.

She resembled a wounded hedgehog, quivering in fear with its spikes all standing upright.

Ignoring her, Tobias buckled her seat belt for her, mere inches apart.

She could even feel his warm breath tickling her and smell the pleasant fragrance of his white

sandalwood cologne.

Seeing that she remained completely still, Tobias gave a flat look.

"Excuse me, but I won't take you right under the surveillance camera. I'm not that desperate."

She blushed as red as a tomato. How can this man say such shameless things while keeping a straight

face?

Then Skylar looked out the car window and lifted her gaze upward, noticing that the surveillance Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

camera in the car park was directly aimed at

them.

"Anywhere is better than an operating room," she mumbled under her breath.

She said this in a barely audible voice, so he did not hear her.

When they were out of the car park, Tobias did not follow the route pointed out by Skylar.

Therefore, she knocked on the window and asked in a terrified voice, "Where are you taking me? This

isn't the way back home. Stop the car... If you don't, I'll jump out right now."

His face darkened with impatience at Skylar's threat.

Why does this woman get so worked up all the time?

He pressed the control button to unlock the doors and said in a monotonous voice, "Go ahead, I won’t

stop you. Should I drive faster so that you'll roll further after jumping out?"

And he did just that.

Skylar watched as the numbers on the speed meter soared to 120 and chickened out at once.

If I jump now, I'd either die or be crippled forever!

"Don’t use such a childish method to threaten me. It won't work." There was a sarcastic undertone in

his voice.

Reaching for the grab handle, Skylar held it like her whole life depended on it as she was afraid of

being thrown out.

After some time, the car pulled to a stop at a nearby gas station.

Skylar sighed in relief just then. He's just refilling his gas tank.

Then Tobias went down to the convenience store to buy some water.

Due to the stress of being in the same car with him, she got down to get some air.

She was devising a plan to pry some specific information from Tobias later.

Deep in thought, she meandered around the gas station without looking at where she was going.

Just then, two little boys were running toward her. Before she could step out of the way, the bucket of

paint they were carrying splashed onto her body and dirtied her clothes.

Knowing that they had gotten themselves into trouble, the boys immediately fled without offering any

apology whatsoever.

Currently hanging on a thread, Skylar was on the verge of breaking down. Does God hate me? I was

just minding my own business, but somehow a bucket of paint splashed all over me. Just... How?! Not

to mention, it's black paint. Is this some sort of bad omen?

She stood beside Tobias' car without any intention to get in.

When he came out from the convenience store, his eyes narrowed a fraction as he looked at Skylar,

who was now covered in black paint.

"I'll just take a cab back. I don't have the money to compensate you for getting paint all over your seat.”

Skylar was aware of that with her current savings. It was a harsh reality that she could not even

afford to buy a car tire.

Yet Tobias had already opened the car door. "Just look at the miserable state you're in. Tell me now,

which cab driver would take you?"

Without waiting for her response, he snatched up her wrist and practically shoved her into the car.

As night fell and it started to drizzle. A layer of mist formed on the car windows.

The car’s fragrance was overpowered by the smell of the paint covering Skylar's body, making the air

inside rather suffocating.

Still possessing some common sense, Skylar rolled down her window to let the smell out.

As for Tobias, he had already lowered his window and was resting his arm on top of the wet surface.

The moment Skylar parted her lips to ask about the check, Tobias' phone rang.

Picking it up, he then proceeded to speak in a foreign language, so Skylar could not understand what

he was saying.

The call ended only when they arrived in Skylar's neighborhood.

Everything seemed to be perfectly planned as it was too eerily coincidental.

At the end of the day, they slept with each other before, and it was now late at night with just the two of

them in a car.

Things were still fine while the car was moving, but once it stopped, Skylar was afraid that Tobias would

turn into a beast again and have his way with her right inside this car.

“I’ll get going now, Mr. Ford!" Skylar clutched her bag tightly, noting the suggestive situation they were

in.

"Ahem... Ms. Jones, aren't you going to invite me in for a cup of tea?" He asked in his charming

baritone voice.