Chapter 1683

She sat still in his arms, not daring to move, afraid that he might do something. However, he did not. He just held her tightly, his embrace firm. His deep, dark eyes remained open, staring into the void. Within them, shadows churned, and sinister apparitions flickered—a hidden depth revealed. At this moment, those eyes no longer masked themselves as the polished facade of a gentleman. They showed their truest form: desire, longing, a need to possess. He was someone who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Naomi rested limply in Scott's arms. It took her a long while to regain her senses. When she finally came to, she opened her eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her. Her voice was hoarse as she asked, "What's wrong with you?" As she spoke, she sat up slightly, frowning as she looked at him. Something was different about him. It was not about John. It was something else. She did not know what it was, but his mood shifted so suddenly as if e