Chapter 522

"Go back to sleep," he murmured before pulling the blanket over Naomi. Then he turned and headed to the bathroom without a hint of anything amiss. It all seemed remarkably normal. Naomi lay in bed, watching the steady figure retreat into the bathroom, her mind sluggish. 'I'm not dreaming, am I?' The spot she lay in seemed to be where Scott had lain before, so the warmth underneath her was his residual heat. The faint warmth seeped through her clothes, carrying his unique scent, unmistakably telling her that what just happened was not a dream. This moment was not one either. It was real. Naomi's lips parted slightly, wanting to say something but unsure of what to say. Everything felt too abrupt, too unnatural. Naomi lay in bed, her mind in disarray. She felt the need to regain composure slowly. Closing her eyes, she let the chaotic thoughts settle, listening to the sounds around her. A new day dawned in silence, the city gradually awakening. Car horns blared, and voices filled