Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring

Chapter 218

Naomi stiffened. She never thought that Dylan would bring her hand up to Scott's forehead. She had no idea how to react.

She soon felt the warmness of his forehead on her palm. In less than a heartbeat, she immediately retracted her hand quickly as if she had just been burned. She retracted so quickly that she also cowered away from Scott.

Dylan merely placed Naomi's hand on Scott's forehead before retracting his hand. He was not planning to touch her longer than necessary.

When he retracted his hand, he looked at Scott in delight. Scott must surely want Naomi to touch him, and he was merely giving him a helping hand to cheer him up!

At that moment, looking at Scott's face, Dylan thought that Scott must be very satisfied with the help too.

When he saw Naomi's darkened gaze, he smiled widely.

His joy was quickly overtaken by confusion. He saw Naomi almost leaning against the car door. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

What was going on? They had been married for three years, so why did she have such a huge reaction to touching him?

His gaze went from Scott to Naomi, then back to Naomi.

Naomi clasped her hands tightly, her entire body stiff as she did. Her face and ears reddened quickly.

She did not seem like a woman who was once married. On the contrary, she seemed like a young, innocent girl who just held a boy's hand for the very first time.

Dylan was baffled.

What had they been doing for the past three years?

Usually, at such a time, Dylan would say something to liven the mood. However, at that moment, he could not find his words. He was baffled by Naomi's sensitivity.

He looked at them both. His mind blanked.

None of them were talking. The car was terrifyingly quiet.

Naomi leaned against the car door. Her heart was pounding harder than before as she could sense Scott—and even Dylan—looking at her. She did not know how to react or what to say.

She felt helpless. After all, this never happened before.

Scott looked at Naomi. Her hand had left him, but he could still imagine her tender touch lingering on his forehead.

He never held her hand before. More accurately, he never held a woman's hand, but Naomi's hand was as soft as a cloud. He froze at her touch. He could no longer move.

Even if her hand was no longer on his forehead, the tenderness of the touch flowed into his body, enveloping him.

At that moment, his gaze darkened.

No matter how Dylan looked at this, it felt like he was watching an innocent puppy love unfolding.

He rubbed his palms together. "You two—"

"I found a pharmacy nearby. I'll go and get the medicine!" Naomi interrupted Dylan. Gone was her usual calmness.

Naomi opened the car door and wanted to get out of the car. She completely forgot about her injured foot.

"Hey, Naomi!" Dylan called out to her, but he stopped halfway as Scott grabbed her hand.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.