Chapter 1439

The low, husky voice seemed to reverberate through the entire campsite, and in a split second, everyone's gaze landed on the man standing by the table, swirling his wine glass lazily with one hand as he stared at Naomi and Rylee across from him. There was no indication of anger or displeasure on his face, but his gaze was sharp and penetrating. Rylee, who still had one arm latched onto Naomi's, had her back facing Scott. Although she could not see his expression, she could feel a spine-tingling chill go down her spine, as though someone placed the blade of a knife against her neck and was seconds away from slashing her with it. She froze, no longer daring to make another move. Even their audience seemed utterly frozen to their spots as they watched in disbelief. Naomi could sense the subdued anger in his voice. She knew this man like the back of her hand, so she could tell almost immediately that it was taking him immense restraint to keep his voice steady. Rylee struck a nerv