Chapter 1822

Dylan's hand flew to his hair in disbelief when Naomi confirmed the news. "I guess I freaked her out last night, banging on the door like a madman. No wonder she ditched the hotel." He was seriously kicking himself for it. Naomi's voice was gentle, her eyes warm with sympathy. "Just let her be for now, let her catch some Z's. Mom's at home, so Belle's in good hands." "No worries then! She's super safe at your place, Naomi. That puts my mind at ease! "I grabbed her favorite breakfast and some munchies. I'll drop them off and then head to the studio." After a pause, he remembered Naomi's earlier words. "Hey, you're at the studio already?" "Yep, just got here." "Cool, I'll swing by your place first, then come to the studio. We've got to hash out the Southwood City trip with Quentin." "Sounds good." Dylan did not waste another second, ending the call and beelining for the elevator to exit the hotel. Naomi glanced at her phone as the call ended, noting it was just after eight. By