The mont Naomi threw out a casual remark, Grayson hesitated. His gaze, slow and deliberate, mixed with both surprise and confusion, unlike before. Naomi, seeing his reaction, was once again taken aback.
"Really? You actually found it?" she asked.
"No."
Before Naomi could even get excited, Grayson stopped her.
"That guy hates ."
The unexpected words caused Naomi to blink in confusion as she looked at him. Did he really think that at this mont? I asked him if that man was his fate! I didn’t ask if he liked or disliked you!
"He hates you?" Naomi asked, suppressing her excitent and casually asking the question. Now was the ti to unleash her acting skills, the very ones that had earned her the Best Actress award at the Academy. So, right now, you’re more concerned about whether he # Nоvеlight # has feelings for you than whether he's your fate? Really? As the flood of questions surged in her mind, Grayson answered, as if responding to them.
"It’s weird, isn’t it? I haven’t done anything to hurt him."
Watching him shrug, Naomi spoke with a touch of sympathy.
"That’s odd. You’re always trying to help others, aren’t you?"
"Yeah, I am."
Grayson flashed a smug smile, as if it was only natural. Of course, Naomi knew well that his idea of "helping" was far from ordinary. But Grayson, true to his selfish nature, didn’t care at all about others' perspectives or feelings—only that he acted the way he did for his own reasons. The problem always arose there, but Grayson never thought so. It probably wouldn’t be any different this ti.
"Poor Grayson, everyone doesn’t understand your sincerity."
Naomi patted his arm, feigning pity. Of course, it was just a setup for what would co next.
"Why don’t you consult with ? It might help, you know? Your friends are all extre alphas, so they don’t really understand the emotions of regular people..."
Just like you.
She swallowed the last part and threw the bait in a gentle tone, but Grayson wasn’t hooked.
"Thanks, but I’ll pass. Besides, that guy isn’t my soulmate. I was just watching him because I’m curious about sothing."
It was better to leave the rest unsaid. Naomi kept her eyes slightly narrowed and smiled faintly.
"I see..."
Not caring about the whole ‘fate’ thing, yet still curious. Doesn’t he realize how serious that situation really is?
"Sorry, I was mistaken."
Naomi quickly changed the subject and asked.
"You’re just curious about what those n are talking about, right? Okay, I’ll help you."
She emphasized the word aningfully, but it was unclear whether Grayson caught on. Standing up, she looked down at him and arrogantly declared:
"Wait here for a mont, I’ll show you my skills."
Naomi flashed a smile and, with her unique graceful steps, left the cafeteria.
When she stepped outside the cafeteria, the red-haired handso man had already gone quite a distance. Without hesitation, Naomi approached the lone man, who turned around upon hearing her heels. She smiled brightly at him.
"Hello."
The man’s eyes widened in surprise upon seeing Naomi’s face. Familiar with this reaction, she kept her professional smile and continued.
"Nice to et you, I’m Naomi Parker."
"Ah, ah, yes, I know, I know. Pa, Pa... Parker-ssi."
Seeing how flustered he was, Naomi mischievously teased him.
"It’s not ‘Pa, Pa Parker-ssi,’ just Parker. You can call Naomi."
"Na, Naomi..."
Flushing bright red, the man repeated her na before lowering his head in embarrassnt. Seeing him so awkward and shy made Naomi smile inwardly. It was actually quite cute. Her wounded pride from Grayson Miller seed to be recovering, even if only slightly.
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"I have a question. Is it okay to ask? What’s his na...?"
"Y-Yes, sure... anything... I’m, I’m George, George Wright."
The man, obviously nervous, answered loudly. Naomi called his na once and then, glancing in the direction Dane had gone, asked:
"About the guy you were talking to just now. Do you know what kind of relationship you have with him?"
Naomi returned to the cafeteria about ten minutes later. Just as she had left, she returned confidently, chin raised. She pulled out a chair and sat across from Grayson, who was pretending to drink coffee nonchalantly. Naomi deliberately took her ti, pretending to inspect her nails, before casually bringing up the topic.
"That guy’s na is George."
"Really? Huh, I thought he was a lollipop."
Naomi couldn’t help but chuckle at Grayson’s words, before quickly pretending to sip her coffee and regaining composure. Just as he said, George’s physique was so slim and small, it did remind her of a lollipop. It was a fitting description, though admittedly mocking. Naomi felt a pang of guilt for laughing at his an comnt, but she quickly set the glass down.
"Didn’t you respond to a fire alarm before? Was it that fire I saw on YouTube? I heard you saved that guy’s dog, Charles."
Clearing her throat to change the subject, Grayson furrowed his brows.
"Charles?"
It was a common na, but for so reason, it stuck in his mind. He reluctantly recalled the mory.
"Yeah, he was crying and making a scene asking to save the dog. So, it was that man."
"I see."
Naomi blinked in surprise before continuing.
"That red-haired handso guy said he was the one who saved the dog, right? He ca to offer a reward. The chief gave special permission for him to go have lunch with him. He was so excited."
Grayson’s brows furrowed deeply when Naomi added that last part. Naomi could barely suppress a laugh as she added:
"It’s just lunch, right? Not like anything serious is going to happen. Anyway, that handso guy isn’t your fate, so it doesn’t really matter."
Naomi deliberately stirred the pot, and Grayson caught on. His expression relaxed, returning to his usual nonchalant self, and he grinned.
"Right, as if the world is going to end. It’s just that I’ve been abandoned. Ugh."
Placing a hand on his chest, Grayson exaggerated a dramatic groan and then burst into laughter. He seed to be cracking up over his own joke. Naomi realized that he was purposely overacting to downplay the situation. Of course, he was wary of showing his real emotions to Naomi.
If he didn’t catch on by now, I’d be worried about his intelligence.
Naomi decided to back off for now, without provoking him further. Of course, that didn’t an she was going to leave easily.
"Well then, I’ll go. It was nice to see you again after such a long ti."
Standing up from the chair, she smiled and waved. Then, as she was about to leave, Naomi leaned in slightly and whispered to Grayson, still with a smile on her face.
"When you realize you’re truly in sync, let know first. I want to congratulate you."
After flashing a aningful smile, she turned and walked away. Her steps were the sa as usual, but the smile on her face faded and a cold air lingered around her.
"Separating the one you sleep with and the one you marry. That’s a must."
The words resurfaced suddenly in her mind, igniting her anger. They were like a constant reminder, making her furious once more. Naomi swallowed her curse and opened the car door. Sitting in the driver’s seat, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before starting the car.
I might fail again.
Maybe it was always like this—getting excited over eting fate, only to turn cold when it wasn’t right.
But this ti, it felt different. And she believed that her instincts were usually pretty good. If Grayson really had his eye on that redhead, this ti, it wouldn’t be so easy.
With a low chuckle, she started the car, already eager to see what would happen next.
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