Fell Into His Love Trap (Skylar and Tobias) novel 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 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!

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.