Chapter 142

Naomi stared at the woman who was clinging to Dylan like a koala bear. She had long hair spilling down her back and was wearing sweats. Her arms were wrapped around Dylan's waist as she tried to burrow into his arms. Dylan, on the other hand, kept tugging at her as though to pry her off his body, but it was as though her arms were made of glue—no matter how hard he tried, he could not seem to shake her off. Naomi could tell what was happening. Although she could not see Dylan's face from behind, she could tell from his body language that he was incredibly repulsed by the woman's actions and yet did not know how to get rid of her. It looked like he needed help. After some consideration, Naomi decided to speak up. "Dylan." Floral Lodge was located on the outskirts of Herland, tucked in a quiet corner amongst the hills, so Naomi's voice was exceptionally loud in the silence. Dylan's entire face lit up as he turned to look at Naomi. "Naomi!" He reached out his free arm toward N