Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband (END) novel Chapter 1663

Chapter 1663 

After what seemed like an eternity, the sound of running water from the bathroom finally ceased. The door swung open and Zavier, clad only in a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, emerged from the steamy sanctuary. 

He was young and so well-built. 

Skyler gasped, instinctively throwing her hands over her eyes, “Oh, um, there’s a couch in the study, if you wouldn’t mind me crashing there for the night.” 

Zavier, with a tone that brooked no argument, said, “There are fresh clothes for you in the walk-in closet. Go take a shower. I have a thing about cleanliness, and I’m not keen on having someone who smells like a day’s work sleeping in my space.” 

Skyler removed her hands, catching another glimpse of Zavier’s sculpted chest before quickly covering her eyes again, “So, you’re okay with me sleeping on the couch?” 

“I can’t stand dawdlers,” Zavier snapped. 

“Got it, I’ll go freshen up,” Skyler said, understanding the cue.e2 

She made her way to the walk-in closet. The Rivera family’s staff had been considerate, providing her with several sets of clothes, including nightwear. 

Thanks to the central heating, the biting cold from outside was a non-issue indoors, hence the nightwear was of a lighter spring-autumn variety. 

The selection was also surprisingly sensual. Skyler hadn’t even dared to wear such garments alone at home. The idea of donning them now, with Zavier in the next room, was unthinkable. 

So, she opted for a simple set of base layers and a bathrobe. 

The bathroom was spacious, stocked with a new toothbrush and a range of female-friendly products like shampoo and body wash. Everything a girl might need was at her disposal. 

Skyler hurried through her routine, applied a dab of moisturizer, and wrapped herself up tightly before venturing back out, 

She didn’t dare glance toward the bedroom, instead heading towards the study. But to her surprise, Zavier was sprawled across the couch, with a thin blanket draped over him. He had taken over her intended resting spot. 

“Uh, why are you sleeping here?” Skyler blurted out. 

“It’s my house. I sleep where I please. Do I need your permission?” Zavier retorted, his voice edged with irritation. 

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, if you’re here, then where should I sleep?” she asked, a touch of nervousness in her voice.. 

Zavier pulled the blanket over his head, clearly uninterested in continuing the conversation, “The room’s big enough. Find a spot.” 

Skyler looked around helplessly. In this suite, aside from the couch, the only other place to sleep was the bed in the bedroom. She didn’t have the guts to invade Zavier’s bed. What if she touched something she shouldn’t and he tossed her out the window? 

As Skyler wavered, Zavier’s voice, deep and firm, cut through the silence, “Though I’m not fond of you, I don’t make a habit of mistreating 

women.” 

Skyler didn’t know what to say. She knew he didn’t like her, and the feeling was mutual. 

Suddenly, Zavier threw off the blanket, his frustration palpable, “Skyler, is there something wrong with you?”