Fell Into His Love Trap (Skylar and Tobias)

Chapter 16

With that, Wesley had no choice but to usher Skylar inside. However, his face clouded over when he

saw her pulling a suitcase, and so did her Aunt Sharon’s.

"Uncle Wesley, Aunt Sharon, can I stay here for a few days? I’ll move out immediately once I get a job.”

Sharon pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. "What’s gotten into you, Skylar? You've always been a

sensible child. Can’t you see our situation now?"

Meanwhile, Wesley held his tongue.

"I won't bother you for long. I only need three days."

"Your cousins barely have a room forthemselves now," Sharon said. "You don't wanna interrupt in

their studies now, do you?"

Before things got out of hand, Wesley had Sharon follow him inside the kitchen before closing the door.

Through the door came the muffled voice of a woman. "What are you doing? Haven't you heard? It’s Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

easier to invite the devil in than to send him away. Do you seriously believe that she's gonna leave in

three days? Besides, why do we have to take her in? It’s not like she doesn't have a father, or her

mother is dead."

"Skylar is my niece, after all. My mom told me to look after her before she died. It's no big deal to take

her in for a few days. If she doesn't want to leave by then, I'll kick her out," Wesley said.

"No, not even a day."

"Then what should I tell her?"

Skylar stood transfixed on the spot, then smiling dryly, she carried her suitcase and walked away.

Wesley had sworn to Meredith on her sickbed that he would look after Skylar like she was his own

daughter and take her in to live with them.

Alas, that was easier said than done.

Within days of her death, Wesley's family of four had forcibly occupied the house.

Skylar could still remember how Sharon had presented the property ownership certificate before her a

week after Meredith's death.

Only then did she know Meredith had given the house to Wesley.

No matter how much Meredith had loved her, she couldn't deny the fact that her grandmother had

favored Wesley over her. After all, he was her son, and she was just a maternal granddaughter.

If only the house was under her name, she would have barged in confidently and moved in.

But this house belonged to her Uncle Wesley now, and it had nothing to do with her.

Skylar dragged her suitcase along the street, feeling cold inside despite the warm winter sunlight hitting

on her skin.

She stopped by the road and sat on her suitcase. After that, she decided to give Linda a call, inquiring

if they needed an extra so that she could earn a quick three hundred.

Yet, Linda immediately hung up.

Sighing, Skylar continued to walk along the streets aimlessly, asking around if any of the restaurants

had any job vacancy, be it a menial position.

Unanimously, without exception, none of the restaurants were hiring.

Having been walking from dawn to dusk, Skylar was on the brink of losing hope. Yet something didn't

feel right.

Why does everyone seem so eager to chase me away? It's not like I'm not willing to work for ten per

hour.

Clinging on to one last hope, Skylar came to the final restaurant, with a man in suit brushing past her

as soon as she entered.

"Are you hiring, sir? I'm really hard-working,” Skylar said and went on to promote herself at the

checkout counter.

"We can't recruit you, young lady," the restaurant owner said eventually, taking pity on her. "You've got

guts, huh? Who knows who you’ve offended.

No one on this street will hire you. We're all trying to make a living here."

Skylar suddenly remembered the man who brushed past her, thinking that he looked familiar.

I think I saw him standing next to Tobias when I went to look for him that day.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but our restaurants won't be able to survive if we were to hire you," the owner added,

feeling sorry for Skylar.