Fell Into His Love Trap (Skylar and Tobias) novel Chapter 68

Tanya’s improvised monologue left Tobias unimpressed.

To think she had the gall to claim that she was with his child when he had never even touched her.

He was about to grill Tanya when Claudia clutched at her chest again. Her bowed face contorted as her lungs gasped for air.

Immediately, Tobias dialed for emergency services while he propped his mother up. He feared her preexisting condition might be acting up at this very moment.

Skylar only stepped out to pick up the bathrobe on the floor when the room was emptied.

In his hurry, Tobias had left behind his phone and his watch.

The timepiece imprinted his warmth upon her hands.

It ticked crisply by the minute and seconds when held close. Should she not be happy?

His fiancée had finally caught up, and the climax was spectacular.

But why did Tanya’s words felt like a stab in her chest?

When Skylar arose to regard the scenes outside the window, her mood sank.

Tanya was conceiving, and the child was his. Even if she needed to survive, and even if her mother needed funds for her recovery, she could not be so selfish as to persist in wrangling on with him.

If it was gratification that he sought, women were the balm he did not lack.

Skylar went to get dressed when her eyes fell upon the unsealed box of Okamoto Zero Ones.

That must be what Tobias had planned to use.

Scoffing, she then condemned it to the bin.

With her luggage at her feet, she passed his watch and phone along to the front desk.

Though Tobias felt more assured after a brief chat with him, his other set of emotions was set to ignite.

When he called Tanya to him, his eyes were severe, and his fuse was short.

“What were you thinking? Dragging my mother through the night to North Beach and landing her in a hospital?

Tanya’s eyes and nostrils reddened when she was confronted.

“Your mother insisted on hiring an investigator, but I tried to stop her. You have to believe me.”

“You’ve got a nerve. To think you would lie about something as serious as pregnancy. I’ve never been in your pants. We both know this.”

The woman rested a hand over her abdomen. “You were drunk that night, remember? I’ve only just found out too. It really is ours.”

A massive mitt shot up and took her by surprise. She felt the hardness of the wall behind as the fingers clenched around her throat. “You’re lucky that I don’t hit women. I’m well aware of what I did or didn’t do. And how do I know that, you ask? It’s because you disgust me.”