Chapter 34

Brendan glared at Naomi stoically, hinting at her shamelessness.

“Are you going to make me some food?” Naomi asked. “Be careful. Don’t accidentally cut your hand. I don’t want to have to take you to the hospital.”

Brendan had never set a table, let alone cooked, in his life. He could give her a child if he felt sorry for her.

He glared at her coldly. Naomi brushed it off. “Alright, go ahead and cook. I’m going to take a bath. I didn’t have anything for lunch either. Please make me a big meal with lots of meat.”

Yawning, Naomi went upstairs after making her request.

In the kitchen, Brendan played a video on his phone for background noise and began searching for ingredients in the refrigerator. The last time they’d visited the Goodwins, Christine had advised Naomi to eat her meals on time due to her gastric problems. Although Brendan hadn’t said anything then, he’d kept it in mind ever since.

It was already midnight. Brendan decided to cook pasta, since he couldn’t prepare anything too complicated. He grilled some chicken and prepared an Alfredo sauce. He considered adding chili flakes, but remembered Naomi couldn’t handle spice well, so he put the bottle back.

Naomi came downstairs after her bath, wearing a light pink nightgown and a large ribbon headband. She leaned against the door, arms crossed, smirking as she watched him cook.

Brendan added chopped parsley as a finishing touch. Turning to get a plate, he was startled by Naomi silently watching him from the doorway.

“Couldn’t you have said something instead of standing there?”

Naomi smiled, slowly approaching him with her arms folded. Her curly hair dangled in front of her chest. At that moment, her beauty resembled a fairy.

She reached Brendan’s side, peering at the pasta. Nudging him with her hip, she said, “Can I ask you something?”

Brendan simply continued plating the pasta.

Naomi’s smile widened. “Why didn’t you answer Bailey’s question earlier?”

Brendan ignored her, continuing to plate the food.

“Don’t tell me you’re really a virgin,” Naomi sneered. “Should I help you confirm it?”

Brendan said begrudgingly, “Even if I am, I wouldn’t let someone like you take it.”

“Why benefit some random people instead of me? Will they have better techniques than me? Your first time should be with someone who has great skills,” Naomi said.

Brendan’s face flushed crimson. “Naomi, do you still want to have my child?”

Naomi acted as if she’d had countless sexual encounters, but in reality, she was inexperienced.

“Of course I do. I’ve been thinking about it every single day,” she answered.

Brendan was amused but didn’t show it. Heading toward the dining area with the plate of pasta, he said, “You’d better watch your mouth.”

Naomi, sharp-tongued and a law school graduate, was unmatched in court. She followed him to the dining area.

He chivalrously pulled out her chair and gave her a fork.

She asked snarkily, “Did you put something in here that will make me aroused and strip myself?”

Brendan stared, bewildered. “Does your family put that kind of thing in your food?”

“Yes! All the time!”

“Stop spouting nonsense. Finish your meal and get some sleep.”

Naomi tasted the pasta. “Wow, your culinary skills are actually decent. As expected from a smart man. You’ll probably be good in bed too.”

Brendan was speechless. She managed to relate every topic back to her plan. And he’d thought they were going to get divorced.