Richest Mogul
Chapter 1395

Skylar was getting a little upset.

Why was Joe becoming increasingly reckless in bed? Now, even walking made her legs feel weak.

Her skin was naturally sensitive, and it didn't take much for marks to appear. Even if he didn't apply much force, traces would still remain.

If anyone saw them, they would definitely know what she did the previous night.

Joe, however, showed no trace of embarrassment. "They know you're married, don't they?"

Skylar's mouth twitched. "They do, but people don't usually show up to work with marks like this."

"Maybe if there were more marks, it'd look like an allergic reaction?" Joe's gaze fixed on Skylar's pale, slender neck.

Her fair complexion made the reddish-purple marks stand out even more, creating an unintentional allure.

His self-control seemed to crumble easily whenever he faced her.

Skylar immediately looked at him with a guarding look. "Don't even think about it! Let's just leave it as is. The more I try to cover it up, the more suspicious it looks. Anyway, I'll be driving, so I won't run into any strangers on the way." Joe's thin lips curved slightly. Just as he was about to say something, his phone rang.

He answered the call and his expression quickly turned cold as the other party spoke. He was radiating an almost tangible sense of danger.

"I'll head over now," Joe said before hanging up.

Then, he turned to Skylar and said, "I have to go."

"Alright," Skylar replied, putting away her playful demeanor.

Over the past few days, Joe had been preparing to return to the Martin Group, but the situation there was incredibly complicated.

A few days ago, Gloria had mentioned to Skylar that she regretted selling her shares in the company after Joe's accident. Although she didn't own many shares, even a small amount could be of significant help to Joe in the current circumstances. Thinking about this, Skylar zoned out for a moment.

...

At Avalon Residence, Edgar brought over a platter of freshly sliced fruit to Gloria.

Veronica had just returned after seeing the family doctor off.

When she exchanged a glance with Edgar, they could see the worry in each other's eyes.

"You two can stop sighing and fretting behind my back. I can tell what's going on. But I know my body the best," Gloria said as though she had eyes in the back of her head, seeing right through Edgar and Veronica's concerns. Edgar chuckled as he approached with a fruit platter.

"Mrs. Martin Senior, your health will only get better. Now that Mr. and Mrs. Martin are doing well, you must also take care of yourself. Didn't you just say a few days ago that you wanted to live long enough to hold your great-grandchild?" Edgar knew Gloria best and knew exactly what to say to lift her spirits and fuel her determination.

People often lived on sheer willpower.

"That's right. Look at how loving they are now. Who knows, you might be holding your great-grandchild sooner than you think, Mrs. Martin Senior," Veronica chimed in. Hearing their words, Gloria couldn't help but smile. "Alright, I'll take your word for it. I'll be waiting to hold my great-grandchild."

Seeing her smile, both Edgar and Veronica felt relieved.

"Try these strawberries, Mrs. Martin Senior. They're fresh and very sweet," Edgar added.

Gloria glanced at the platter. "I don't have much of an appetite. Now that I'm older, I don't enjoy fruit as much anymore.

"Send some over to Skye. She loves strawberries."

Edgar was just about to respond when a maid ran in hurriedly.

"Mrs. Martin Senior, someone is here to see you. He says he's Viola's younger brother."