Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring

Chapter 219

Dylan's mouth gaped in bewilderment, and his gaze gleamed excitedly. This was like the climax of a film!

Dylan held his breath in suspense.

The surprised Naomi turned to look at Scott, her eyes widened in shock.

Scott's fingers moved. He gripped her hand tighter.

Naomi's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to pull back her hand, but Scott said, "Get the chauffeur to take you there."

Naomi was a person who was slow to react. She was much slower than Dylan, but the situation was way out of her comfort zone. She reacted quickly out of instinct. It was on a subconscious level.

Nonetheless, Scott's quiet tone calmed her down. She nodded. "Okay."

Scott then released her hand. However, as he did, he curled his fingers.

Naomi did not think much of it. She was sure she was imagining it.

Soon, the chauffeur took Naomi to the pharmacy in her wheelchair. Dylan watched as Naomi left, then turned to look at Scott.

Scott was leaning back. His elbow was on the armrest by the side. He rested his head on his clenched fist. His head was slightly lowered. He shut his eyes.

Dylan smiled. "Your heart's in a mess, isn't it?" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Scott did not reply. He maintained this posture, pretending to be sleeping, but Dylan knew that Scott's heart was erratic.

Dylan smiled even wider, his interest piqued.

"Be honest. You guys haven't done the deed, have you?"

Scott's eyes moved, but only slightly. Dylan, alas, noticed it.

At that moment, all of his focus was on Scott's face, so he took in every tiny reaction. Looking at Scott's reaction, Dylan burst out laughing.

He clapped and pointed at Scott. "Hahaha! Three years! You were married for three years, yet you haven't slept with her! This is the world's greatest joke!"

Dylan was laughing so hard that he could barely catch his breath.

Scott looked at Dylan laughing at him arrogantly. Strangely enough, Scott made no retorts, which was rare.

Yes, his heart was in a mess, and Dylan saw through him.

"Three years... Three years. My god! More than a thousand nights. More than twenty thousand hours. What have you two been doing? My good friend, my bro—do you have some problems or something?"

Dylan smiled and went in closer as if wanting to hear if Scott had some embarrassing problems or something.

Scott looked at the smug Dylan and said, "Dylan Quinn…"

"Alright! Stop! Stop! I'll shut up, okay?" Dylan immediately cowered when Scott started speaking. He raised his hand to stop Scott.

Scott stopped talking, but his gaze was so intense that it scared Dylan's soul out of him.