I pursed my lips, feeling a little aching sensation on my head. "Naomi, perhaps Sebastian is not the right guy for you after all," I said. "You deserve better."
There was a long pause. After Naomi collected herself, she said, "Arianna, did you find out something about Sebastian? Is he seeing another girl? Is that why you're saying such things?"
In retrospect, I realized that I did not quite put things right. Momentarily, my mind went blank. "No, I was just telling you not to overly invest in this relationship," I said. "Don't dwell too much on it. I'm a little busy these days. When I'm free, let's meet up with Wendy for dinner. By the way, how’s Wendy doing?"
Naomi was truly a straightforward person. Immediately after my explanation, she stopped wallowing and replied, "Well, she's fine. But I think she's a little odd. She likes standing by the window to enjoy the cool breeze. And she doesn't talk much. She talks gibberish at times as if she is unwell. I don't think she has what it takes to be a businesswoman. I mean, nobody likes dealing with someone who's so strange. It may seem ominous."
"I accidentally saw her taking a shower yesterday,” she continued. "There's a long scar on the left side of her chest. Perhaps she has been injured before? I didn't dare to ask her since I'm not particularly close to her. Are you close to her though? I don't really know her well, so I was a bit scared."
I frowned slightly. "She's actually alright... She got depression over an incident involving her dad. From what you said, I reckon she should still be able to control her emotions. Have a chat with her and try comforting her when you have time."
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