As Skyler approached the front door, she glanced inside and spotted about half a dozen guys roughly Zavier's age. They were sprawled out on the couch, some clutching beer bottles, others gripping video game controllers, and a few puffing on cigarettes.
Empty beer bottles and cigarette butts littered the floor—it was like they had been raised in a landfill. Skyler crinkled her nose with distaste.
Marissa coughed, "Ahem... ahem..."
The living room was filled with a mix of chatter and video game noise, so Marissa's cough didn't catch anyone's attention. She had no choice but to raise her voice, "Mr. Zavier, the driver has brought Miss Skyler over as instructed by the Madam."
It was only when she practically shouted that the room took notice. Heads turned almost simultaneously, and when they saw Skyler standing next to Marissa, some of them were gobsmacked. One of them let out a whistle, "Holy smokes, she's a knockout!"
Skyler's face was delicate, and her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders like a modern-day muse.d2
Someone shook their head and sighed. "Zavier, with a catch like that right in front of you, how can you not be interested? You sure your taste isn't off?"
Another chimed in, "Zavier, don't tell me you've actually got a thing for our campus queen?"
Zavier had a crush? Skyler's eyes lit up at the thought. If Zavier really had someone he liked, she could have a proper chat with him. They could set some ground rules and live under the same roof without getting in each other's way. Once they were both able to break free from their parents' control, they could call off the engagement and chase after their desired lives.
While Skyler was lost in her hopeful future, Zavier's cold gaze swept over her, filled with undisguised disdain.
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