Chapter 1654
âLetâs hit the road,â Desiree said with a smile, but her eyes glinted with sly calculation.
Skyler edged quietly to the left, her small frame nearly plastered against the car door. Zavier, on the other hand, sprawled out in his seat, seemingly unfazed by the addition of another person in the car.
The school and the Rivera mansion were in opposite directions. Now, during the rush hour after work, the cars were stuck in traffic all the way.
Zavier was getting restless. âWhatâs this dinner thatâs so important?â
The driver, cautious and dutiful, answered, âMr. Zavier, my job is just to drive.â
Zavier asked, âYou are not going to eat?âe2
The driver remained silent.
Å»avier, clearly annoyed, tugged at his collar and then pulled out his phone. [Letâs see whoâs up for some gaming.]
Garrettâs voice message came quickly, [Yeah, man, been waiting for you to join the game.]
Soon enough, Zavier was deeply engrossed in his game.
Without headphones, the game sounds and conversations filled the confined space, almost giving Skyler a headache.
After mentally preparing herself, Skyler finally mustered the courage to speak up, âZavier, would you mind using headphones while playing?â Zavier ignored her completely.
Thinking he hadnât heard her, Skyler raised her voice slightly, âZavier, do you mind-â
But before she could finish, Zavier cut her off sharply, âIf you canât handle the noise, donât ride in my car. Get out and hail a cab. Or better yet, buy your owr car, drive yourself, and have all the silence you want.â
Skyler was at a loss for words. She had thought about taking a cab from school to the Rivera mansion, but the fare would likely cost around two hundred bucks. Every penny was precious to her, and she couldnât bear to waste money on a taxi ride.
Unable to justify the expense, she resigned herself to enduring Zavierâs noisy gaming. Fortunately, after a while, Zavier did put on his headphones, though Skyler couldnât tell if it was out of conscience or irritation.
After nearly two hours of traffic, they arrived at the Rivera mansion at seven-thirty in the evening.
October in the Capital was already cold, the autumn breeze chilling to the bone. Skyler, who was particularly sensitive to the cold, was wrapped up like a mummy. Still, when she stepped out of the car, a gust of wind made her shiver.
Zavier, dressed lightly, seemed completely unaffected by the cold. He got out and strode ahead with long, confident steps. Skyler tightened her coat and followed at a distance.
Kalene, Zavierâs mother, blocked his path, âSon, wait for Skyler.â
Stuck in traffic for so long, Zavier had become quite irritable. Now, having to wait for Skyler, he spoke impatiently to his own mother, âMom, I donât want to wait for her.â
Kalene patted his hand gently, âSon, for your brotherâs sake, be patient.â
At the mention of his brother, Zavier relented. He turned back, glancing coldly at Skyler, âCan you pick up the pace? Your legs arenât short. Why do you move so slowly?â
Skyler hurried to catch up.
It wasnât that she was slow. She knew he didnât like her too close, so she purposefully kept her distance.
As Skyler approached, she greeted Kalene politel
âGood evening, Mrs. Rivera.â
Kalene took Skylerâs hand warmly, âMy dear, have you been skipping meals? You look like youâve lost weight.â
Then she turned to her son, âZavier, youâre older than Skyler and the closest thing she has to family in the Capital. You need to look out for her, and make sure she isnât going hungry or cold. Understand?â