Zebulon kissed Tiffany over and over again. The heat in the room didn't cool until the sky turned pale with dawn.
Tiffany woke up before Zebulon. She used his phone to send a few messages, then snuggled back into his arms and quietly fell asleep.
...
"Zebulon asked you to meet him at a hotel?"
"Is that guy crazy?"
Patricia's face was full of distrust for Zebulon. "Is he planning to force you into something?"
Naomi's ears turned red.
Shooting Patricia a look, Naomi said awkwardly, "What are you talking about? He said my parents asked him to bring me something, and that I should go pick it up. As for the hotel, it's probably because he stayed there last night."
This was quite common for Zebulon.
He loved to party, and sometimes when he and Carter's crew were out late, they'd just grab a hotel room instead of bothering to go home.
For rich kids like them, hotels were practically a second home.
"Wow, Zebulon really is something else."
"Are his injuries even fully healed?"
Naomi shook her head.
She had stopped caring about Zebulon's affairs long ago. The Gonzalez family, likely because of her change in attitude, hadn't been pressuring her too much, so this period had been a rare moment of freedom for her.
Naomi genuinely felt refreshed.
So this was what freedom felt like. Even breathing seemed easier.
She felt like she was in a great mood every day, so naturally, she wasn't going to dwell on anything related to Zebulon.
"You're right not to pay attention to him. I think Zebulon is just... whatever. Naomi, you have to stand your ground. There's no need to hang yourself from his tree."
"I know, I know. How many times have you said that?"



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