Skylar smirked disdainfully. “It’s no wonder they get to pick on anyone they want. I’ve never even pissed them off.”
“Maybe you’re just too pretty,” Harry responded half-jokingly. “Some girls tend to be mean to those who are prettier than them.”
Skylar stuck a band-aid on her arm. There were scratch marks on her neck too, but she felt bad using up too many of Harry’s band-aids and returned the rest to him.
It was late into the night now. Skylar gazed out the window, feeling like she still had something else to take care of.
Suddenly, it crossed her mind. Her phone was in silent mode, and Tobias had given her a call earlier.
She took out her phone and found two missed calls from Tobias.
At that, Skylar hurriedly returned the call so as to not anger him.
It took a long while for the man to answer his phone.
“Why didn’t you pick up?” That was the first thing Skylar heard Tobias say.
“I was busy. Did you need something from me?” Skylar asked while gazing at the scars on her neck through a mirror.
“Hey, Skylar, are you going to use the shower yet, or should I go first?” Harry walked out of the bathroom and asked in a loud and clear tone.
At that very moment, Skylar just wanted to die. She waved her hand in a panic, signaling Harry to shut up.
Then, she let out a few coughs to hide her guilt. “The TV’s a little too loud. Let me lower the volume.”
“The female lead of a TV series happens to have the same name as you do?” Tobias’ voice was the coldest it could ever be by now.
Still, Skylar put on a calm act. “Really? I didn’t hear it. You must have misheard.”
“I heard everything loud and clear. Where are you? Are you sleeping around with another man?”
Sweat began to drip down Skylar’s forehead. Why do I have such sh*t luck?
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