Who’s the Dog Now? novel Chapter 18

After settling Ron on the bed, he took out the yellow blind box.

The packaging indicated that the probability of getting the blue doll—the matching partner to the pink one—was extremely low, only a fraction of a percent.

Lennon didn't know what he was expecting as he opened it, but when a flash of blue appeared, he stopped.

He casually set the box aside. In the quiet room, a soft, pleased laugh broke the silence.

...

"I'm done!"

"It's getting late, I really can't go on."

Several people were sprawled across the private room.

Free from parental supervision and the need to maintain the polished facade of high-society scions, they had completely let loose, playing all the games they were never allowed to as children.

By the time they finally stopped, it was already ten at night.

"I really have to go. I have family visits to make early tomorrow. See you guys, bye."

The rain outside had stopped. Zebulon was helped into the Hughes family car by someone he didn't recognize. He sat in the back, enduring the throbbing pain in his temples, and let out an irritated hiss.

He fumbled in his pocket and finally pulled out his phone.

He'd had a great time tonight and had a bit too much to drink. He had no idea where his phone had been, or if he had missed any messages.

Zebulon groggily unlocked his phone. Seeing the notifications for numerous missed calls and new messages, a smug smile spread across his face.

He knew it. There was no way Naomi didn't want to marry him.

Look at that. After just one afternoon apart, she was already checking up on him.

Zebulon squinted his drunken eyes and mumbled, "Alright, I'll give you one more chance."

He opened his phone, intending to call Naomi back.

But as he scrolled all the way through his missed calls, he didn't see Naomi's name anywhere.

Zebulon waited until the driver was far enough away before emerging from the garden and striding towards Naomi's house.

Whenever he was drunk before, Naomi was always the one to fuss over him.

He had to admit, she had a real knack for taking care of people. His headaches would always disappear after she massaged his temples for a few minutes.

"Naomi..."

Zebulon slurred her name as he stumbled to the front of her house.

Seeing her room was dark, he frowned, displeased. "Asleep already? You didn't even call or text me. How can you possibly be sleeping?"

Zebulon angrily pulled out his phone to call her.

But he discovered her number wasn't in his contacts. He froze, his face turning pale.

Where was Naomi?

Why couldn't he find her?