Chapter 875 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• The woman glanced at her with a sneer, a scornful grunt escaping her lips. “Hmph." Clutching the meal box tightly, Skyler asked once more before the door shut, “Where’s Zavier? Is he the one keeping me locked up here?" The woman didn’t bother answering Skyler; she just closed the door and walked away. Thankfully, a lamp was left on inside the room, allowing Skyler to eat the food the woman had brought in the light. The meal was hearty enough, but as Skyler chewed, there was only one taste that overwhelmed her senses: bitterness. But no matter how bitter, she had to eat. She wanted to live. There was a camera in the solitary room, and right after Skyler finished her meal, the door opened again. The woman’s face was expressionless as she collected the utensils.
• Skyler thought about making a run for it while the woman was off guard, but a single sentence from her extinguished that thought. “If you manage to get out of here, you won’t make it past the front door,” the woman said coldly. Skyler’s step halted, and she turned to look at the woman, pleading, “I want to see Zavier." “Do you think you can see Zavier just because you want to?” The woman dropped the biting comment and walked out with the tray. The light went out again, plunging the room into darkness. Skyler lay back down on the bed, losing track of time once more, until the woman came back with another meal. This cycle repeated itself day after day.
• Without sunlight or any way to tell time, Skyler could only keep track of the days by the number of meals brought to her. One day, two days, three days, ten days, twenty days... Time slipped by, and Skyler’s appetite worsened. About a month later, she couldn’t stomach anything. Everything she ate came right back up, and her hair began to fall out in clumps. Without a mirror in the room, Skyler didn’t know what she looked like, only that her body wouldn’t hold out much longer. So, when the door opened again, she lunged at the entrance with a weak, desperate cry: “Let me out. I don’t want to die in this lightless cage.” “Die?” A dark, male voice suddenly echoed above her. Skyler struggled to look up. It wasn’t the woman who brought her meals, but Zavier.