Chapter 20

When Naomi heard Brendan suddenly bring up the check, she smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter who gave it.” What would happen even if she had told him? Maybe Brendan knew what was going on but pretended otherwise. Naomi looked unconcerned.

Brendan stared at her for a while before saying coldly, “Naomi, if you really want a good life and to have a child, don’t try to please me superficially. Effort without intention is nothing.”

Naomi was speechless. “Someone who doesn’t even come home is teaching me how to manage my marriage?” she retorted.

Brendan was speechless in response. He felt insulted. After clearing his throat, he said more softly, “Didn’t I promise to come home once a week?”

“Don’t even mention it! You’ve only kept that promise once. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you,” Naomi said. He shouldn’t even think about asking her to perform for his family again.

“I’ll make it up to you, with interest,” Brendan said. His husky yet magnetic voice, surprisingly pleasant, sounded even better when he spoke softly to Naomi.

“If you say so,” Naomi said, smiling happily. “I’m ready to charge you heavy interest.”

Brendan grimaced, then pinched her cheek. “Naomi, don’t make your intentions so obvious.” Although Naomi hadn’t explicitly stated her intentions, Brendan knew she wanted a child.

Naomi moved closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Don’t you want to try?” She was persistent about having a child.

Brendan remained unfazed by her seductive eyes. “I don’t.”

Naomi exclaimed in disbelief, “You’re lying!” Leaning closer, she was about to kiss him when a nurse pushed open the hospital room door.

Naomi quickly leaned back on the bed, tucking her long hair behind her ears, pretending nothing had happened. Brendan laughed. He stood up slowly, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his gaze, and said, “Aren’t you going to hide?”

Naomi extended her leg from under the blanket and kicked him without hesitation. The chubby nurse’s face turned red.

After checking her temperature and taking a blood sample, it was determined that Naomi still had a fever and hadn't recovered. She needed to continue receiving injections and remain under observation.

Ronald, his family, and some of Naomi's cousins visited in the afternoon. Brendan greeted them quietly from beside her, occasionally answering work calls.

The hospital room finally grew quiet at night. Naomi, having just finished washing up, was about to go to bed when she saw Brendan adjusting the chairs to lie down. She patted the other side of the bed. “You can sleep here.”

Brendan glanced at her and said indifferently, “I won’t.”

Naomi smirked. “I’m not going to eat you.”

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about,” Brendan replied.

With his gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, Brendan looked elegant and rakish. He was charming. The more obvious Naomi's intentions became, the less likely Brendan was to give in.