Fell Into His Love Trap (Skylar and Tobias)
Chapter 407

Later on, Penelope was sent away by a few words from Tobias as he was lazy to even entertain her.

In the end, he still did not make the call. Skylar realized that she couldn't force him to do something he did not like at all. She wasn't that important to him. Skylar wore a sulky look on her face throughout the journey home.

"Wanna go for a drink? I need to unwind. Drink with me, hmm?" Tobias asked her, seemingly oblivious to her emotions.

Skylar was still seething over the fact that Tobias managed to notice Eva's dark circles but did not even think about asking how she was doing recently. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, huh? Well, I beg to differ!

Pursing her lips unhappily, she snapped, "No, thank you. I have dark circles because I didn't sleep well. I want to go home and rest."

Tobias turned a deaf ear to Skylar's refusal, and ordered the driver, "Find a barbeque restaurant with fewer people. Ms. Jones isn't a fan of fine dining."

The driver was quite well-informed as he easily found a restaurant located in a more secluded area. Thus, Skylar got down without needing to wear a mask or cap.

Before entering the barbeque restaurant, Tobias wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed his lips against her ear to whisper in a gentle voice, "A little alcohol can help set the mood. You should drink more to loosen up for later at night."

Skylar stepped away and broke free from his grip. "Since you didn't agree to help me replace Brayden, don't even think about it." With that, she strode purposefully into the restaurant. The owner brought up a few bottles of beer and skewers to their table.

The bottle opener provided by the restaurant was slightly faulty. Thus, after several failed attempts, Tobias simply used his palm and the edge of the table to open the beer bottle cap.

Skylar gasped when she saw how effortlessly he opened the beer bottle. "Just how much beer have you drank to be so experienced?"

Skylar deliberately ordered a lot of oysters to annoy Tobias.

"Make sure you eat more of this. It's good for your libido," she said in a singsong tone.

Tobias picked up an oyster and stared at it, but did not seem inclined to eat it.

Then, he picked up his glass of beer and polished it off before drawling, "Are you seducing me by talking about this? I've stayed celibate during the two months you were gone, but don't worry, everything's still functioning very well. You can give it a spin tonight if you don't believe me. I always save the best for you."

Skylar propped her head on her hand and laughed upon hearing that. "You could've visited me, or maybe you didn't want to. I mean, I already dropped you many hints, yet you acted cluelessly. What else could I have done? Beg you?"

Tobias' was momentarily stunned. He did have time to visit her. He could have, but he didn't want to.

Skylar was only going to be away for two months, not two years. He felt that since they were adults, being apart from each other for a short period of time wasn't all that uncommon.

"I think it's good for couples to occasionally maintain a distance between each other. This way, we won't get sick of being together even after a long time," he justified in a calm voice. Skylar imitated Tobias, chugging down her glass of beer. Kate would probably kill me if she found out about this.

After drinking, she would usually gain weight and also have a puffy face the next day.

Being a woman was hard, and being a woman in the entertainment industry was even more so.

What Tobias said about maintaining a distance from each other stabbed right into her heart, and she consecutively downed several glasses of beer, wanting to drown out those hurtful words.

Tobias started to worry when he lost count of how many glasses she had downed. Raising his hand, he snatched away the glass in her hand and chided, "Slow down. You're a pain in the a** when you're drunk, you know?"

Without realizing it, Skylar had finished three bottles of beer all on her own.

Tobias checked one of the bottles and noticed that the alcohol concentration was fourteen percent instead of the usual five percent.

He lifted his hand to call the waiter over. "Do you have the normal five percent beer?"