Chapter 732 Return To Their Respective Families


    Tobias did not know whose ne it was. Only when Skr mentioned that it was Marcus who


    had tasked her with passing it along did he manage to guess who the owner was.


    That girl again. She has been on Marcus'' mind for all these years, and he never let her go.


    That answer made Skrugh. He''s speaking in riddles with me. Whether or not he answered the


    question made no difference.


    Pulling a face, Skr said, “You''re not going to tell me, huh? I don''t think you would even if you


    knew. How melodramatic it is for two brothers to fight over a woman.”


    Tobias gave her a sharp flick on her forehead. “What are you thinking? Why would I do something


    like that? Marcus and I have different tastes. I may not fancy who he likes.”


    Skr yelped in pain and clutched her forehead with both hands in an exaggerated fashion. It''s


    difficult to get Tobias to talk about the past.


    It began raining outside. A fine spray of rain sshed in from the half-closed window, and the chilly


    wind made Skr shiver.


    When he saw Skr hugging herself and trembling, Tobias closed the window. Then, she heard a


    sighing from above her head. “Look at how skinny you are! There isn''t a bit of fat on you. How


    can you not feel cold? Don''t take your health for granted while you''re still young, or you''ll regret it


    when you grow older.”


    That was not the answer Skr was hoping for. She was more interested to know who the owner of


    the ne was.


    As he admonished her for her health, it never urred to him that he, too, usually stayed upte to


    work.


    It was the second Christmas she was spending with him. The racket first thing in the morning added


    a lively touch to the festivities.


    Having applied for leave, Madelyn had returned home for the holidays. The house was quiet and


    lonely.


    Skr searched the cab for the sweets she had bought at the mall, grabbed a dish to empty


    them in, and ced them on the coffee table. She wondered if she was qualified to be a hostess, as


    she had not appeared in public very much.


    Tobias did not go to the office, so he did not put on a suit and tie like he always did. Yet, he was so


    immacte that not even a strand of hair was out of ce. That day, he was dressed in light blue


    denim jeans with a gray woolly sweater that exposed a white undershirt and a ck cotton coat.


    Skr preferred Tobias dressed like that. It made him look sexy.


    Unwrapping a sweet, she handed it to him enthusiastically. “Would you like one? It''s Christmas, the


    season of joy!”


    N?velDrama.Org is the owner.


    Skr knew that Tobias did not like sweets. Indeed, Tobias did not even give her the courtesy of


    epting them.


    “You go ahead. I don''t like sweets. Too much sugar makes one stupid.”


    He noticed that Skr was wearing the same outfit as the day before. She was wearing ck fleece


    pants and a boyish, loose-fitting ck jacket with a massive golden eagle emzoned on the back,


    which looked very stylish.


    “Why didn''t you change into a fresh set of clothes on Christmas? You look as if I can''t afford to buy


    you clothes.”


    Tobias was conservative, and he thought women should dress in brighter colors during the


    festivities. Skr''s outfit was dark and gloomy, which made her look like a homeless woman.


    He had lost track of how many branded clothes or trending items she had in her wardrobe, which he


    had people send over on a regr basis.


    He had never even considered how there were many things that Skr, in her capacity as an


    ambassador, could not carelessly wear. She had to conceal the logo when she did.


    Examining her reflection, she said with satisfaction, “My outfit is fine. I''m just going home for a meal


    on Christmas, not doing a fashion show. Why should I dress up? I''m not trying to outdo anybody.”


    Tobias was not about to persuade her otherwise. Though part of her job, getting dolled up was not


    her nature. Instead, she preferred nothing more than being away from the spotlight in her own


    private time.


    Skr had decided earlier that they would each return to their respective families. If udia asked


    about her, she would pay the former a visit.


    More than anything, Skr hated having to deal with her garrulous aunts and pretend to smile while


    they shared a table every year.