You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)

Chapter 40

She picked up her cell phone and wanted to send a text message to Wayne Chariott saying that she

would not be home tonight. However, she realized that she had spent too much time on the phone, and

the battery had ran out.

She thought to herself, "Skylar's cell phone is the same model as mine. There should be a charger in

the study room or somewhere else in the villa."

Coralie Chariott tiptoed out of the bedroom, and went into the study room cautiously with her phone.

Skylar Holland's study room was very big, with huge windows.

It was already past nine o'clock. The weather was good tonight. She could see the moon outside

through the window. It was very bright and it seemed close.

Coralie looked for the charger around the computer desk.

She opened a drawer beside the computer desk casually, only to see a single photo frame in it.

She picked up the frame out of curiosity. When she saw the photo on it, she was stunned.

The glass on the photo frame was cracked. It was broken and repaired later. There was a picture with

two people in it, but the face of the girl in the picture was covered in black ink, and it was

unrecognizable.

Even so, Coralie immediately recognized that it was a photo of Skylar and herself when they were in

college.

She remembered the time when Skylar was graduating, they had taken a photo together. In the photo,

Skylar was wearing his graduation robes, and she was wearing her favorite lavender dress.

Coralie didn't dare to think of the reason why this photo was here and why it had become like this. She

quickly stuffed it back into the drawer. She found the charger next to the keyboard, and left the study

swiftly.

She paced in front of Skylar's room. After a moment of hesitation, she went into the guest room.

After all, he had eaten porridge and he took his medicine today. If he woke up next to her, maybe...

After pondering over the situation, Coralie took the charger and went into the guest room.

......

The next morning,

Coralie woke up. She didn't change her clothes last night, and she had slept with the clothes on her

back. The weather in October was neither too cold nor too hot, so she didn't use a blanket. She had Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

fallen asleep directly.

However, this morning, there was a blanket covering her...

Coralie made herself presentable in the guest room and she went out of the door. Yesterday, in the

heat of the moment, Skylar had ripped off a few buttons from her blouse, exposing her cleavage...

The lacy bra inside could be seen clearly.

"There are clothes on the sofa."

As soon as she walked out of the door, she heard Skylar's voice.

When Coralie went downstairs, she saw him sitting in the dining room, wearing black pajamas and

drinking porridge.

He appeared to be in a much better state than yesterday.

She turned around and saw a bag of women's clothes on the sofa in the living room. She thanked him

sincerely.

"You took care of me yesterday. Consider this a gift to repay you for the favor."

Skylar continued to drink the porridge without even looking at her, and his face resumed its usual

indifferent expression.

This caused Coralie to become even more certain that he had mistaken her for someone else

yesterday.

Skylar wanted to give her these clothes, not because he remembered what he had done yesterday. He

wanted to give her a gift in return for taking care of him, and by coincidence, his gift was clothes.

She carried the bag of clothes back to the guest room to change and then went downstairs.

The price tags on her clothes had been removed, so she didn't know how much the clothes were.

"Thank you. I'm going to work."

"You've made so much porridge. Are you planning to let me finish all of this alone?"

"Can... can I have some?"

In fact, Coralie was really a little afraid of sitting down with Skylar now. She was afraid that he would

ask about what had happened yesterday.

"I remember roughly what happened yesterday..."

Just as Coralie took a bowl of porridge and sat down, Skylar spoke up.

"Well..."

Coralie lowered her head to drink her porridge, but her heart was pounding. During yesterday's

incident, he must have mistaken her for Corrine Quincy. Otherwise, it was difficult to come up with a

reasonable explanation for his behavior.

However, she still hoped that Skylar would give her a reasonable explanation.

"I was a little confused yesterday, so I couldn't tell..."

As soon as he spoke, Coralie's heart sank.

"I understand, President Holland!"

Before he finished his words, Coralie understood everything. She interrupted Skylar's words out loud,

as if she was trying to resist him or escape from him.

"What do you mean?"

Skylar looked up and stared at her with his dark eyes.

"I understand that you were sick yesterday. You confused me with Corrine," Coralie said as she gritted

her teeth. Obviously, she knew that there was no possibility for them to develop anything between

them, though she still hoped for something.

How ridiculous she was. "Coralie, when will you see the truth of this matter!" she thought to herself.

Before Skylar could speak, she finished the porridge in a rush and stood up. "President Holland, I'm

going to work."

After that, she went into the kitchen, washed the bowl and left with her bag. She thought of reminding

him to take his medicine, but she refrained from doing so.

It was not up to her to care for him.

......

Coralie left Skylar's house. Since his house was far from the city, she had to take a cab to work. From

the moment she stepped into office, she could sense clearly that her colleagues around her were

looking at her in a strange way.

At first, Coralie didn't think much about this. She thought that this was due to the events that had

transpired during the banquet last Friday.

After all, everyone had seen her sitting next to Skylar after Corrine had left.

"Coralie, you look different today."

As soon as she entered the office, the busybody of the company, Sister Xavier, spoke up.

The other colleagues looked at her, but no one dared to say anything. After all, no one was certain of

the status of the relationship between Coralie and Skylar.

"Different?"

Coralie was puzzled.

"How much is your outfit? I remember that a celebrity had worn this outfit a while ago. The whole outfit

costs more than 90,000 dollars."

As soon as she finished speaking, Coralie was shocked as well.

She looked at her outfit, and she felt that it was quite ordinary. The style was not bad, but there was

nothing special about it.

Now that she thought about it, was is possible that Skylar would give her something cheap as a

present?

"Sister Xavier, what you said seems to be true!"

"I remember, Paris Hilton wore this, didn't she?"

"Wow, the outfit costs 90,000 dollars. Let me have a look!"

When the other colleagues heard this, they surrounded her all of a sudden.

"She is different now since she is with President Holland. She can even afford outfits that cost up to 6

figures,"

Sister Xavier looked at her and said in a strange tone.

"No, I, I bought this knockoff outfit online!"

Coralie was surrounded by her colleagues. Some praised her, others aspired to be like her, and there

were people who were making jibes at her as well. She had no choice but to say this.

After listening to her explanation, everyone looked at each other in disbelief. Of course, some people

didn't think that she was being forthright.

"Are you kidding me? Could a knockoff be of such high quality?"

"I don't believe it either."

After all, things that cost nearly 100,000 dollars would be different from knockoffs that cost around

hundreds of dollars.

As her colleagues discussed this matter, Corrine also caught wind of this drama from her office. How

could she sit still?

She was wearing a silk blouse and a short skirt. She walked toward Coralie in her 8-centimeter high

heels.

She noticed that Coralie was surrounded by her colleagues. She spotted her outfit, which was the

latest outfit from the autumn collection of AC brand. This was the top luxury brand of A City. Corrine

became absolutely furious.