Chapter 1851

His temperature was normal, not burning hot. Then was it something else that felt wrong? As she thought about it, Naomi looked at the man quietly drying her hands with his head lowered. "Scott, are you feeling unwell?" He wiped the last drops of water from her fingers. Then, he looked up at her. "Why are your hands so cold?" His fingers closed around hers, wrapping her hands in his warm palms. An endless stream of warmth flowed from him into her, spreading through her hands and seeping into her heart. Her eyes trembled slightly. "I just washed with cold water. It's normal." Scott looked at her face, calm and aloof. She had been like that before he appeared: indifferent and emotionless. Even now, she was still distant after seeing him, though less so than before. He held both her hands together in his palms, wrapping them gently. "How's John?" Both her hands were caught in his grasp, keeping her prisoner. The warmth returned to her fingers quickly. Still, when she heard his q