Chapter 1866

Naomi smiled and said, "No, are there any private rooms?" "The private rooms are likely all taken, but let me check." "Alright." Naomi and Scott stood beside the cash register. Naomi looked at the fan-shaped menu on the counter, which had the dish names written in small, neat handwriting. She studied it carefully. Scott stood next to her, his arm resting on her waist, silently claiming her space, marking her as his. She looked at the menu, and he looked at her. Suddenly, his eyes shifted, and he glanced toward the left, focusing on a man sitting by the window. The man was looking at Naomi, his gaze steady and fixed. However, this was not the admiration of a stranger looking at a beautiful woman. It was familiar, scanning her, sizing her up, with an uncomfortable intent. Scott's finger moved slightly, and a dark shadow gathered in his eyes. The man sensed Scott's gaze. He looked at him, and in an instant, his eyes retreated, and he lowered his head in instinctive fear. Scott