Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring novel (Naomi) novel Chapter 194

Olivia was certain of one thing—Scott loved her very much, so much more than he let on.

The Mercedes-Benz cruised steadily along the freeway. Unfortunately, it was rush hour, and so the traffic was a little bad. Naomi was so worried about being late that she kept glancing at the time. She was never a late person.

Scott was not looking at her at all, but instead staring at the traffic piling up before him. His expression was calm as though he did not sense Naomi's anxiety.

As anxious as she was, Naomi did not rush the driver or Scott. She knew that there was nothing they could do about the traffic. All she could hope for was that they would make it in time.

Thankfully, the traffic jam did not last too long. A few minutes later, the traffic was dispersed, and the car sailed onto the freeway, picking up speed.

Naomi glanced at the time. It was 8 a.m.

They would be able to make it by 8:30 a.m. with no problem.

She was relieved by this.

Naomi put down her phone and turned to gaze out the window. Herland was a scenic town, a stark contrast to the place she came from. Naomi admired the view quietly.

All of a sudden, she heard someone's phone buzzing.

It was not hers, but Scott's instead.

Scott, who rested with his eyes closed, immediately opened his eyes and glanced at his phone.

Dylan.

He picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Jonas told me about what happened last night. It was all my fault. I should've been there to keep an eye on Olivia, but Belle followed me there and something happened, so I had to send her home. Then I forgot all about Olivia. I only remembered this morning, but by that time Jonas called me and told me everything," Dylan's apologetic voice rang out.

Scott could tell how worried Dylan was about Belle. He remained silent and continued to allow Dylan to rant.

Naomi stared at Scott. He did not respond anymore to Dylan, and instead clutched the phone in silence, his expression calm. She could not tell if things were good or bad, and she could not help feeling even more worried at that.

"Alright then. Goodbye." All of a sudden, Scott hung up.

What?

Was that it?

Naomi's chest tightened. What did that mean? Was Belle okay?

Naomi would not have cared at all, but this was Belle they were talking about. The moment Scott put down his phone, she opened her mouth and asked, "Did something happen to Belle?"