novelxo Chapter 229
Naomi grabbed onto the bar. It was only then Scott removed his arm from her.
Naomi was relieved. At the same time, she regained a stable footing and would surely not fall.
When Scott went to turn on the lights, Naomi closed her eyes for a moment before blinking away the daze.
Scott then picked her up and placed her on the bed while sitting down, much to Naomi's surprise.
Before she could react, Scott placed both arms on both sides and leaned in close to her. He shut his eyes. "Okay, take my temperature."
His posture was intimate as if he was bending down for a kiss or about to pull her into a hug.
However, Naomi did not think too much when she heard what he said. She would not cower with unease, too. He was just afraid that she would fall again. She could not afford to trouble him a second time. This time, she did not retreat. She picked up the thermometer and aimed it at his forehead.
Beep!
Soon, the thermometer stated his body temperature clearly. She smiled. "You're not having a fever. That's good."
Naomi seemed visibly grateful.
Scott saw the way she smiled and recalled the day she stood in the living room, waiting for him to come over. There was a bouquet of magnolias behind her.
Naomi stood in front of the bouquet and smiled at him.
Scott's heart thumped hard. All he could muster was a monosyllable answer. "Hm."
He regretted it. He regretted everything so badly.
As the night went on, Olivia got wine delivered to her room once she returned to the hotel. She sat on the rug and started drinking.
She mused to herself.
'Why? Why Scott? Why would you be willing to find a substitute, but not want me? Did that incident bother you that much? I didn't do that on purpose. It was an accident. No one could have predicted it. Are you going to refuse to be with me for the rest of your life because of that?'
Olivia kept drinking, wallowing in her sorrow and crying.
The moment Connor entered, he spotted Olivia sitting on the rug, drinking. He did not go up to her quickly as he would have done in the past. He merely closed the door. His steps were calm.
He slowly walked over to the couch and took a seat. He looked at Olivia, letting her drink herself to a drunken stupor.
He was not a quiet person in the past. He always had a lot to say, especially with Olivia. He was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy.
What he got in exchange for that was the ending that no one predicted. He would not do that anymore.
From that day onward, he was no longer the same Connor Grant.
Olivia knew that Connor was in the room with her, but she ignored him and continued drinking. She thought that Connor would stop her like in the past and say words that she wanted to her. She thought that he would comfort her and care for her.
He did not. Not one bit.
She could no longer take it. She placed the bottle down and looked at him with her tear-stricken face. "Connor, are you going to treat me like Scott has?"