Chapter 1227

Naomi knew exactly where she ended up. Scott's arms were taut and strong, with a hint of tenacity that seemed to reverberate through his bones. He was like a rock on the ocean shore, robust and unrelenting. Usually, Naomi would have shoved him away and leaped to the other side of the room by now, but she was in such a state of shock that she could not even register what happened. Her entire body felt as limp as a ragdoll, and she could not muster the strength to push him away. There was nothing else she could do except cling limply onto his shirt, trying desperately to overcome her panic. Scott's low, husky voice rang loud and clear in her ear, but unlike his usual tone, it was laced with reassurance and a hint of exasperation. Naomi felt her beating heart begin to slow down, but she could not find the words to speak yet. She could feel her body gradually regain its strength, and one thing was certain—she did not want to stay here for even a minute longer. She had to get home imm