Richest Mogul

Skylar turned toward Joe, tilting her head. 

“Let’s go pick up Grandma together if you’re free tomorrow morning She’ll be discharged tomorrow.” Joe’s gaze fell on Skylar’s half–lidded eyes. 

Had she been watching over him this whole time? 

The thought crossed his mind, but it quickly dissipated. 

Skylar now wore a comfortable home outfit. Her long hair, clearly washed, cascaded down her back. With her light makeup removed, her face looked pristine and youthful. Dressed in an extremely conservative, pink–toned outfit, she appeared no more than 18 years old. 

If it weren’t for her attire, he might have thought she was deliberately coming downstairs again to seduce him. 

“Okay.” Skylar nodded and headed upstairs. She was really too tired, 

Joe watched her go up the stairs before settling back on the couch. His gaze lingered on the blanket that had been left on the floor. 

Had she come downstairs to cover him with the blanket because she was worried he might catch a cold? 

Joe’s eyes darkened slightly in contemplation. 

The next morning, Skylar went downstairs to make breakfast. 

There was milk in the fridge, so she heated it up and fried some eggs and ham to make sandwiches. 

As she was preparing breakfast, Joe came downstairs in casual attire. 

They were going to the hospital together later, so Skylar made two breakfasts. “Would you like some breakfast? I made sandwiches, and there’s milk.” 

Joe glanced at the table. The sandwiches looked appetizing, no different from those sold outside. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Though he was unaccustomed to eating breakfast, he nodded when he saw the faint smile on Skylar’s face. “Sure.” 

An hour later, the two arrived at the hospital. 

Edgar had already completed Gloria’s discharge procedures. 

After picking up Gloria, they headed straight back to Pearlhall Residence. After a brief conversation with Gloria at Pearlhall Residence, they left. 

“Where are you going? I’ll drive you,” Joe sald. He was driving that day. 

Skylar sat in the passenger seat and looked outside, but she didn’t see any bus stops nearby. It was already 9:00 am. Knowing Joe was busy, she said, “You can drop me off here. I’ll just call an Uber.” 

Joe glanced at her. “There aren’t many vehicles passing by near Pearlhall Estate. Let me just take you there.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Martin. Please drop me off at the antique street on Nova Avenue,” Skylar said without further hesitation. 

Getting a cab around here was indeed difficult. She had promised Daniel that she would fir h the restoration of two ancient paintings as soon as possible. These delays over the past few days had set her back significantly. 

At the mention of the antique street, Joe raised an eyebrow slightly. Still, he didn’t ask her what she was going to do. After all, her affairs were none of his concern. There was no need for him to be so curious 

about her. 

Just then, Skylar’s phone rang. Glancing at the screen, she saw it was a call from Natalie.