Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 1726

It was as if waves of people were crashing against Skyler’s shore, one after the other, consuming the entire morning and turning her routine upside down.

And it wasn’t just for the day. For the following days, Skyler was like the school’s novelty act, drawing crowds wherever she went, turning into some sort of mobile tourist attraction on campus.

Zavier was well aware of the situation.

Leaning in, Garrett whispered to him, “Zavier, the whole school’s buzzing about Skyler being your fiancée. Aren’t you going to set the record straight?”

Zavier replied nonchalantly, “She is my fiancée. What’s there to clarify?”

Garrett stared at Zavier incredulously, “Man, at the start of the semester, you couldn’t stand the thought of being linked to your ‘fiancée. And now, just a few months later, you’re acting like you’re head over heels. Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for Skyler and actually want to marry her?”

Zavier shot Garrett a frosty glance, “Whether I marry her or not is none of your business. And for the record, even if I don’t, she wouldn’t give you a second glance. So, you might as well get over her now.”e2

Garrett shrugged, “Once I knew she was off-limits, I backed off. I may not have many virtues, but I know when to fold.”

Zavier simply stated, “Keep an eye on her at school.”

With a chuckle, Garrett retorted, “With the title of Zavier’s fiancée, she hardly needs my protection.”

Zavier felt that was true and dropped the subject. He reached for his phone, intending to shoot Skyler a message on WhatsApp, but then he realized he didn’t have any of Skyler’s contact details. “Do you have Skyler’s contact info?”

Garrett was incredulous, “You’re telling me you don’t even have your own fiancée’s number?”

“Just answer the question,” Zavier demanded.

“I don’t have it, of course. But I’m in a group with Skyler. I’ll try to add her, and once she accepts, I’ll share her contact with you,” Garrett offered.

Zavier nodded in approval.

Garrett attempted to add Skyler as a friend on WhatsApp, only to be met with a notification that her account was private and wouldn’t accept friend requests.

He showed the screen to Zavier, “I can’t send her friend requests.”

“Then get me into this group,” Zavier instructed.

Garrett complied immediately.

In no time, Zavier was in the group, “Which one is Skyler?”

“That’s the one with the black profile picture and no nickname,” Garrett pointed out.

Hearing this, Zavier didn’t hesitate to tag Skyler, “@Skyler, this is Zavier. Add me on WhatsApp.”

No one dared to tease openly, but the group’s numbers swelled from a few dozen to five hundred in minutes, a testament to their curiosity.

Yet, Skyler did not respond to Zavier’s message. She was in class, a time when she never carried her phone.

Her roommate Emma slid her a note, “Skyler, Zavier’s asking you to add him on WhatsApp in the reading competition group.”

Skyler scribbled a reply, “No phone with me. Tell him I’ll add him after class.”

Before Emma could send the message, Zavier appeared at the entrance of their lecture hall, ignoring the ongoing lecture, his voice booming, “Skyler, I asked you to add me on WhatsApp. Why haven’t you?”