Chapter 523

Naomi paused, looking over, then gave a faint smile. "How do you feel? Better?" Scott was drying his hair in a bathrobe as he emerged. The bathrobe was neatly worn, the belt around his waist securely fastened, leaving no room for speculation. He looked at the person standing before him, smiling, devoid of any distance. It was politeness between strangers but filled with a friend's concern and care. The distance between them closed momentarily, significantly. His gaze fell on her pair of distinct black and white eyes, now clear, without a hint of haziness. She was awake, very awake. A subtle movement in her dark eyes and a low hum escaped his throat. Naomi smiled. "Dry your hair and change. I'll pour you a cup of hot water; it'll soothe your throat." His voice was indeed still a bit hoarse but much better than last night. With that said, Naomi left, not lingering here any longer. Scott watched her leave. She had not freshened up, but she was neatly dressed with not a hair out of