Chapter 1592

Naomi hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back. His thumb slowed as it gently rubbed against her fingertip. "What's wrong?" She studied Scott's expression closely, especially his deep, unreadable eyes, before speaking uncertainly. "Do you not like Dylan's antics?" Scott's thumb paused, but he remained silent. He simply looked at her, his gaze unchanged. Naomi, noticing the hesitation in his movements, continued, "Did you do it on purpose?" "Bringing Belle here, so Dylan couldn’t free himself?" The thought came to her suddenly, with no warning at all. It just popped into her mind out of nowhere. But once it was there, once she said it aloud, she began to believe it. Gradually, it felt like the truth — Scott did it intentionally. He seemed to act without purpose, but upon closer inspection, there was always a traceable pattern. He was very cunning and very deep. Scott's thumb resumed its gentle motion, slowly rubbing her knuckles and the back of her hand, as though he were car