Chapter 1869

Naomi met his gaze, and her words faltered. The image of what had happened earlier on the couch came back to her mind. She could not speak anymore, and instinctively, her eyes shifted elsewhere. Her ears and cheeks turned slightly red. "Tomorrow, what?" As if he did not know what she was about to say, he squeezed her fingertip gently. Naomi instinctively tried to pull her finger back, but his grip tightened, preventing her from doing so. Her heart rate sped up a little, and she suppressed her thoughts, turning her gaze back to look at him. "Tomorrow morning, you'll need to apply the medicine. Could you have the driver do it for you?" He was probably going to the office early tomorrow, and she would not be able to do it for him, but the driver could. Scott did not respond. The air around him grew heavy for a moment, and his gaze did not shift, but it clearly conveyed one thing: You want the driver to touch me? Naomi clearly understood what he meant, and for some reason, she co