Chapter 105

Everything seemed like a painting in the thousand-year historical town. The black Mercedes-Benz stopped by the side of the road. Still, its engine was running, and its headlights were still on. Scott closed the door and walked toward Naomi. He was dressed in a light grey shirt and matching pants. His shoes were well polished. His jacket hung on his arm, which showed off his expensive watch. Naomi walked toward him. "You're here." The smile she had while talking to Charles was gone. What was left was the usual politeness one had between mere acquaintances, slightly distant. Scott looked at her and noticed the obvious change in her expression. It was as if she was drawing a clear line between them, one that no one would trespass. "Mh." Naomi had a vague feeling that he was not in a good mood, but she was unsure about it. Maybe she was just imagining things. As far as she could recall, he never once got angry or lost his temper. "Well? Is there something I should know?" she asked.