Who’s the Dog Now? novel Chapter 260

Naomi wasn't sure if that trait was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Don't think about it. Get some rest."

Patricia nodded.

As the medicine flowed into her body, she did feel drowsy.

Naomi took her bag and sat on the sofa. Just as she was about to work on her thesis, her phone vibrated.

Seeing it was Lennon calling, Naomi took her phone and stepped out of the room.

"Hello."

She closed the door gently behind her, her voice a low whisper.

Lennon paused on the other end before asking softly, "Is this a bad time?"

Naomi shook her head. "No, it's not that. I'm at the campus clinic. My roommate is on an IV drip, and she just fell asleep. I didn't want to wake her."

Lennon let out a quiet breath of relief.

"Is it serious?"

"No, she just ate something bad."

Lennon hummed. "So that's why you took the day off?"

"Yeah. I heard you were in a meeting earlier, so I didn't want to bother you. I let Steven know I'd be out."

"It's fine," Lennon said. "The studio is in the final stages of the project. You can take a vacation if you want. Take a few more days off if you need to."

Naomi was about to happily agree, but then she thought of something. "I'd better not. I've gotten used to going to the studio. I think I'd feel weird if I didn't go."

More importantly, going to the studio meant she might get to see Lennon...

The thought popped into her head and startled her. She coughed a few times to cover her embarrassment and quickly changed the subject. "Aren't you getting out of the hospital soon?"

Lennon just had a common cold; he was only in the hospital for observation.

He should be getting discharged by now.

"Mr. Spencer, everything is packed. Are we leaving now?"

Lennon grunted in affirmation, shrugging on his coat. As he pocketed his phone, his expression shifted back to that of the cold, aloof, illegitimate son of the Spencer family.

His assistant lowered his gaze, pretending not to have seen Mr. Spencer's sudden transformation.

He had wondered what made Naomi so special, but his years of experience working for Mr. Spencer had taught him not to meddle.

Otherwise, Mr. Spencer would make him regret it.

"The car is waiting downstairs. Are we heading straight back to your place, or?"

Lennon was already walking out the door. His voice drifted back, "To the studio."

The assistant sighed, muttering under his breath, "Such a workaholic."

"Understood."

As they got into the car, Lennon's phone vibrated. He glanced at the caller ID, and upon seeing the familiar number, his expression turned to one of cold indifference as he rejected the call.