Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 1751

Chapter 1751

“In the end, we’re together, isn’t that all that matters?”

As Zavier echoed Skyler’s words, he suddenly reached out and tightened his grip around her neck, a dangerous breath hot against her ear. “Skyler, repeat what you just said.”

His grip was so intense that Skyler instantly struggled to breathe, her face turning a deep shade of red. Yet, she defiantly met his gaze. “Was there something wrong with what I said?”

Zavier’s voice was icy. “What do you think?”

Skyler tried to wriggle free but failed. “Zavier, if you can’t handle the truth, I can go back to telling sweet little lies to keep you happy.”

She couldn’t finish her sentence before the hand on her neck squeezed tighter, so tight she thought he might snap her neck at any second. “Zavier.”

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After what felt like an eternity, an eternity that seemed to drag her through the depths of hell, Zavier finally let go. He stared at her, his expression as dark as if he’d just stepped out of the underworld. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you die. I’ll just play with you slowly, make you wish you were dead.”

Skyler was overwhelmed by a wave of pain once again. She didn’t know how long she suffered, or how she eventually fell asleep, but when she woke up, she was in a dark, gloomy room. It was pitch-dark, the kind of darkness where you can’t even see your own, hands.

Disoriented, Skyler tried to get out of bed to find a light switch or draw back the curtains, but even the slightest movement brought a fresh onslaught of agonizing pain, making it nearly impossible to get up.

Enduring the excruciating pain, she managed to get out of bed. Unable to see the switch or the windows, she groped around in the dark, inch by inch. Despite her searching, she couldn’t find a light switch or even locate the windows.

A terrifying premonition slowly crept over her. She moved back to the bed, hoping to find her phone for some light. Her situation worsened – her phone was nowhere to be found. She was trapped in a pitch- dark cage, cut off from any source of light and any connection to the outside world.

With no other choice, Skyler lay back down on the bed. Time passed indeterminably until she finally heard a faint sound.

Skyler immediately got up and saw a door, blending seamlessly with the wall, slowly opening. Light flooded into the room, blinding her, and she instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes. As she gradually lowered her hand, she saw a stoic woman standing in the doorway.

Skyler, barefoot, rushed toward the woman. “Where am I? Where’s Zavier?”

The woman handed Skyler a tray of food. “This is your lunch. From now on, I’ll be bringing your meals three times a day.”

Skyler demanded, “Where’s Zavier? Where is this place? Who locked me up here?”

The woman ignored her questions and pushed the tray of food closer. “Are you eating or not?”

Skyler persisted, “Where am I?”

The woman’s patience waned, and she frowned, ready to retract the tray. “If you’re not eating, I’ll take the food away.”

“Unless you let me out, I won’t eat a thing.” No sooner had Skyler made her defiant declaration than her stomach betrayed her with a loud rumble.

Before the woman could turn away, Skyler grabbed the tray. Her body was her own, and if she didn’t care for it, how could she expect anyone else to?

No matter what, she needed to eat well now and keep her strength up.