Favo Novel
Chapter 185
Chapter 185
Meanwhile, at the hotel, Naomi was beginning to feel drowsy. She glanced out the window. It seemed that a few hours passed, and the entire city seemed to have settled down into a slumber.
She glanced at her phone. It was already 10 p.m. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
She closed her laptop and tidied her desk to get ready for bed.
All of a sudden, she was reminded of something.
Scott.
She glanced at the couch only to discover it was empty, as was the rest of the room.
Where was he? Did he leave?
Naomi thought this was the most likely explanation. After all, Olivia was in town, so surely Scott went to see her?
Naomi slowly inched her way toward the walk-in closet, intending to get a change of clothes so she could get ready for bed.
However, just as she was about to turn the doorknob, the door opened from the other side.
She froze.
A few moments later, Scott stepped out from inside the closet. Naomi stared in shock at the man before her.
Scott stepped forward and picked her up in his arms. Naomi opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She thought he had left. It turned out he was inside the closet all this while.
Scott carried her into the closet so that she could choose the clothes she wanted. Naomi could not help but notice his open laptop on the couch, its screen displaying a seemingly complicated spreadsheet.
He was working inside the closet.
Naomi did not say anything and instead turned her attention back to the clothes. She picked out the pajamas she wanted and instinctively concealed her underwear within them so that Scott would not see.
Meanwhile, Scott went out to the room to get a drink. He twisted open a bottle of water and downed it. The cool water felt refreshing against his throat.
He downed half the bottle and recapped it, then returned to the closet. By this time, Naomi already finished picking out the clothes she wanted. She lowered her head when she saw Scott enter.
Scott glanced at the clothes she was holding. It was clear she wanted to get changed, so he carried her to the bathroom and even helped her close the door.
Naomi watched as the bathroom door slid shut. She could hear his footsteps getting further away, but he did not leave the room.
Was he waiting for her? Or did he simply have unfinished work to complete?
Naomi put her clothes aside and proceeded to get undressed.
Neither of them spoke during this entire interchange. It was as though they formed an unspoken bond—he was there to take care of her, and she just had to go along with it.
Scott returned to the closet and brought his laptop out to the room, where he resumed his work on the couch. Not long after, he heard the shower running. His fingers lingered on the keyboard as he
stared intently at the spreadsheet before him, but he made no further move. He stared at his screen for a long time, deep in thought, but he was not thinking about work.
The entire room seemed to fall silent, accentuating the sound of the running water from inside the bathroom. Scott's fingers twitched against the keyboard. He lifted his head to glance at the bathroom.
The bathroom window was made of matte glass, and Naomi's silhouette was vaguely outlined against the foggy glass.
Scott's eyes ran along the curves of her body, and it was as though he could feel her soft skin beneath his fingers.
At this same time, his entire body seemed to sink into the couch beneath him.
Naomi stepped out of the shower and put on her fresh pajamas. Then, she slowly made her way to the door.
With a gentle click, the door slid open, and out slipped the warm, steamy air inside the bathroom.
Naomi felt much more relaxed now after a nice, hot shower. She stepped out of the bathroom, clinging to the wall for support. The moment she walked out, however, she could not help but notice the man on the couch.
Scott was sitting on the couch, his legs crossed elegantly over each other while he balanced his laptop on his thigh. His fingers were still on his keyboard, but his eyes were fixated on her.