Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 1663

After what seemed like an eternity, the sound of running water from the bathroom finally ceased. The door swung open and Zavier, clad only in a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, emerged from the steamy sanctuary.

He was young and so well-built.

Skyler gasped, instinctively throwing her hands over her eyes, “Oh, um, there’s a couch in the study, if you wouldn’t mind me crashing there for the night.”

Zavier, with a tone that brooked no argument, said, “There are fresh clothes for you in the walk-in closet. Go take a shower. I have a thing about cleanliness, and I’m not keen on having someone who smells like a day’s work sleeping in my space.”

Skyler removed her hands, catching another glimpse of Zavier’s sculpted chest before quickly covering her eyes again, “So, you’re okay with me sleeping on the couch?”

“I can’t stand dawdlers,” Zavier snapped.

“Got it, I’ll go freshen up,” Skyler said, understanding the cue.e2

She made her way to the walk-in closet. The Rivera family’s staff had been considerate, providing her with several sets of clothes, including nightwear.

central heating, the biting cold from outside was a non-issue indoors, hence the nightwear was of a lighter spring-autumn variety.

even dared to wear such garments alone at home. The idea of donning them now, with

she opted for a simple set of base layers and

spacious, stocked with a new toothbrush and a range of female-friendly products like shampoo and body wash. Everything a girl might need was

of moisturizer, and wrapped herself up tightly before venturing back

glance toward the bedroom, instead heading towards the study. But to her surprise, Zavier was sprawled across the couch, with a thin blanket draped over him. He had

are you sleeping here?” Skyler blurted

my house. I sleep where I please. Do I need your permission?” Zavier retorted,

I meant. I mean, if you’re here, then where should I sleep?” she asked, a touch of nervousness in her

head, clearly uninterested in continuing

in the bedroom. She didn’t have the guts

and firm, cut through the silence, “Though I’m not fond of you,

women.”