Chapter 673

His chiseled features were like those of an ancient god that stepped right out of an oil painting. Naomi's gaze traced along his chisel jawline to his rosy lips, his sharp nose bridge, and his dark, penetrating eyes. The light seemed to hit his face in the perfect way, as though even the light could not help but be attracted to his beauty and he was born to be in the center of attention. Scott was dazzling, brilliant, and breathtaking, yet at the same time, he was so flawless that one could not help but be intimidated by him. He was too good to be true. Naomi stared at him for a long time, and her vision seemed to grow blurrier with every passing minute. She seemed to have momentarily forgotten where she was, who she was with, or even who she was. All she could see was the light and Scott's silhouette. She felt as though she was drifting in an empty void, having lost track of time and space, with only the outline of Scott's face guiding her through the darkness. She stared at him