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92: Let's Elope.

Author: TheLadyAthena
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-15 19:12:17

Naomi’s POV

The hotel room felt colder than it should have. I kicked off my heels and dropped onto the bed, letting the weight of the night crash down on me. My head was buzzing with Mom’s venom, Dean’s words, and that strange woman at the restaurant. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to scream or cry.

My phone lit up. It was an unknown number. My heart skipped, but I answered anyway.

“Naomi…” His voice was unmistakable.

It’s… my Dean.

I sat up fast, breath catching. “Where are you?”

“Turn around.”

The knock at my door came at the same second. My pulse shot into my throat. I crossed the room with shaking hands and pulled the door open, revealing him.

Oh my goodness. He’s here—alive, real, right in front of me.

“Dean?” My voice cracked. “You—how—? You said you were coming, but I didn’t really think you were in China!”

“I’ve been here a day already.” His eyes swept over me, urgent and restless. “I couldn’t risk calling earlier. They’re looking for me, Naomi. The police—your dad made sure of i
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