Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring

Chapter 250

Naomi was taken aback. She expected Charles to suggest that they visit that place the next day. She did not expect the rush.

Charles noticed her reaction. He got a little nervous. He said, "Well, since you'd be there in the afternoon, I thought I could unpack and meet you there. You won't have to come and get me then."

Naomi's gaze softened. She nodded. "Okay."

She understood what Charles meant—it would save her a trip.

She said, "But I won't be on the side of the old city walls. I'll be on the opposite side. Come when it's almost five. I can meet you at the old city walls after I get off work at five."

The scenery that Charles was referring to was, of course, the one with old city walls, which was not where she would be. Her location had yet to be developed.

Charles smiled and said, "Sure."

They left the restaurant after they had decided on a time and location for their meetup.

Charles hailed a taxi and opened the door for Naomi. Before closing the door, Charles bent down and said, "I'll be free in the afternoon. You can call or text me if you want."

Anyone could see his affection for her through his gentle and focused gaze—anyone except Naomi.

"Alright, you too." Naomi nodded.

Charles smiled and waved at her while closing the door.

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Charles waited for the car to merge into traffic. He placed his hands into his pockets. He was still beaming.

They had talked a lot, but she had not asked him why he was in Herland or when he would return. He did not bring it up as well.

It was just as well.

He was there because of her. If she were to know about it beforehand, that would be quite a burden on her.

Meanwhile, a Mercedes-Benz was parked opposite the restaurant.

The chauffeur saw Naomi depart in a taxi, leaving Charles alone. He called Dylan immediately to ask what he should do, whether he should follow Naomi or Charles.

The call was quickly answered. "Hello."

"Mr. Quinn, Ms. Goodwin just left without that man. Should I follow him or her?"

Dylan was in a car. He was returning to the event venue with everyone. They had finished their meal, so it was time to go back.

There were other people in the car with Dylan, but he did not mind taking a phone call in front of them. After all, it was just another phone call—nothing out of the ordinary.

"Why don't you come over? You don't have to deal with them anymore."

"Alright."

Dylan appeared normal after hanging up the phone. He was still in a cheerful mood.

Quentin was in the same car. When he saw Dylan hanging up the call, he smiled and said, "Dylan, you're really competent."

Dylan heard Quentin's praise. He raised an eyebrow and turned around to look at the man in the backseat. He waved his hands. "Quentin, you better not say that. If my grandfather overhears you saying that, I will get another earful from him."

Dylan's responses were always amusing. Quentin laughed and said, "That's because he cares for you."

Dylan nodded earnestly. "I know. He cares for me. I understand." He looked solemn as if he truly understood that. That made Quentin laugh even louder.

Suddenly, Dylan remembered something. He asked, "Quentin, I vaguely remember you telling me that Mr. Goodwin is also an expert in wood carving?"

Dylan was talking about Naomi's father, Dean Goodwin.