Chapter 872 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

During the chillier months, he had stocked up on all sorts of cozy mittens for her, but when they were together, his broad palms were her best source of warmth. Zavier tightened his grip and said, “Let’s go see a doctor." At that, Skyler panicked, clutching at Zavier’s shirt. “Are you hurt?" Zavier caught her fumbling hands and said, “Other girls’ hands aren’t as cold as yours. That’s not normal, so I thought we should have a doctor check you out." His words were full of concern, but Skyler fixated on the wrong detail: “Zavier, have you been holding other girls’ hands?" Zavier, completely baffled, stammered, “When have I ever held another girl’s hand?" Skyler pressed, “If you haven’t held another girl’s hand, how would you know their hands are warm?” She was letting her imagination run wild. Zavier couldn’t help but laugh, though thinking about her jealousy suddenly brightened his mood. “Scaredy-cat, you only act tough with me." Skyler insisted, “Answer my question; no changing the subject." With a firm but gentle pull, Zavier drew her into his embrace, wrapping her in his coat. “I asked a doctor. That’s how I know." Snuggled against him, she listened to his steady heartbeat and nuzzled closer. “Don’t lie to me." Zavier leaned down, kissing her forehead softly, then found her lips, whispering, “Except for your hand, I don’t hold any girl’s hand." Skyler murmured, “Me neither."