Chapter 700

At this moment, Naomi could not conjure up a single reason convincing enough to persuade herself, nor could she find a truly convincing answer. She simply could not. Three years passed, over 300 days and nights. What did these merciless, desireless days and nights amount to if Scott truly liked her? No one's affection could be so indifferent. Nobody's. Connor fell silent. Naomi's expression, her emotions, and every shift in her demeanor, all clearly communicated to him that no matter how much he said, it was futile. Even if Scott were standing before Naomi right now, clearly stating his affection for her, she would not believe it; she would only find it absurd. He did not know what transpired between Naomi and Scott, but it seemed his help could only stretch this far. Pushing further might backfire. The atmosphere quietened once again, and Naomi ceased to look at Connor. Her eyelashes drooped, brows furrowed as she stared at the plate before her, still laden with uneaten food.