Chapter 813 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

The next day, Skyler was up with the birds. The living room, which had resembled a war zone the night before, was now spick and span. The doors and windows were flung open, allowing the stale smells of alcohol and smoke to drift away, and be replaced by the fresh scent of flowers scattered about the room. No one was in sight, but Skyler, could hear Marissa’s voice ringing cheerfully, “Miss Skyler, up at the crack of dawn? Is our guest bed not to your liking?” Turning her head, Skyler spotted Marissa in an apron, clearly having taken a break from her kitchen duties. “I’m an early riser back home too. Need any help with something, Marissa?” “You’re gonna be the lady of the house someday. We can’t have you lifting a finger.” Marissa chuckled, glancing upstairs as she spoke. “Mr. Zavier usually sleeps in till the sun’s high in the sky. Why don’t you go ahead and have breakfast? I’ve got it all ready for you.” “Sounds good,” Skyler replied, following Marissa to the dining room. She was taken aback to find a breakfast spread fit for a king: caviar, truffles, and steaming beef broth, among other delicacies. At home, Skyler’s breakfast was usually a modest affair-a single egg, a slice of toast, and a glass of milk.e2 Marissa, as if fearing Skyler might waste away on such fare, had laid out a veritable feast. “Miss Skyler, I made all this especially for you. Please, eat up.” Skyler eyed the array of rich foods, feeling almost full just looking at them.