Chapter 1793

Belle did not answer the phone, and Naomi grew more anxious. "No answer?" Scott noticed the worry in her eyes, his thumb gently rubbing her fingertips. "Mm. Belle seems different tonight." The girl often quarreled with Dylan, but most of the time, it was just a fleeting emotion — nothing too serious. However, tonight felt different. Belle was taking it to heart. Thinking about Dylan's temper and Belle's feelings for him only deepened Naomi's concern. Scott listened quietly, then picked up his phone and dialed Dylan. Naomi blinked in surprise at his actions. "You're calling Dylan?" "Mm. I'll call him." He brought the phone to his ear. Naomi let out a small breath of relief. If Belle was not answering, Dylan probably would. Meanwhile, at the hotel. Dylan was still causing a scene outside Belle's room, his constant banging finally pushing other guests to the edge. A door swung open, and a furious man shouted, "What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night? Go yell on