Chapter 70

Brendan was speechless for a moment. "Do you still want the South Glistenville project?"

Hearing this, Naomi immediately opened the car door and happily got in, saying, "We can discuss business, too."

However, Brendan remained disdainful. He was a realist, always seeking the most practical outcomes.

As the car started, Naomi gazed at Brendan with an admiring smile, making her intentions clear. Brendan caught a glimpse of her expression and felt a shiver run down his spine. To others, it might seem Naomi had strong feelings for him.

He adjusted his collar, his expression unchanged as he said, "Since you rejected my call and turned off your phone last night, does that mean you've found your next target? Are you sure he can have a baby with you?"

Naomi's smile froze. She didn't need to think who was responsible. It had to be Ronald. He had yet to learn his lesson.

After staring at Brendan for a moment, Naomi chuckled and asked, "Are you concerned about me?"

Her smile worsened Brendan's expression, and he changed the subject. "Where did you go last night?"

Naomi sat up straight and looked ahead. "I wasn't in a good mood, so I went to South Lake."

Hearing that, Brendan fell silent. Naomi was well accustomed to his behavior; she had to be playing with him.

When Brendan didn't respond, Naomi looked at him. "Are you feeling guilty now?"

Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "Well, if you're truly feeling guilty, maybe you could pitch in on the South Glistenville project!"

Brendan held the steering wheel and said indifferently, "Yeah, right."

Naomi didn't give up. "Were you just fooling around with me earlier?"

Brendan remained silent. Seeing this, Naomi grabbed a water bottle and threw it at him.

More than twenty minutes later, they arrived home and had dinner. Afterward, Naomi showered and started working on a plan for the South Glistenville project.

Chapter 70 (continued)

Soon, Brendan emerged from the bathroom, toweling his hair. He felt content seeing Naomi working in her black-rimmed glasses.

Walking to her, he held her in his arms and casually glanced at the project proposal in her hands. As he leaned closer, Naomi's phone rang.

Seeing Brendan leaning close, Naomi was startled. She quickly stood up, regaining her composure. "I'm working, not sneaking around. There's no need to watch me like that."

She picked up her phone. Glancing at the caller ID, she continued, "If you want to see the proposal, you can help me look it over! I'll answer this call first."

Seeing she intended to take the call privately, Brendan said, "Naomi, answer the call here."

"I can't hold it in anymore," Naomi replied vaguely and went straight into the bathroom.

As soon as she answered, Ronald's voice rushed in: "Naomi, are you even listening? I've called repeatedly today to ask you to leave Brendan alone and not return to Yellowind Bay. Are you not hearing me? His terrible temper is all thanks to your coddling. Come back here immediately!"

Ronald scolded her relentlessly. Just as Naomi was about to respond, Brendan's voice came from outside: "Naomi, if you don't come out by the time I count to three, you're going to be in big trouble." His sixth sense told him the call wasn't simple.

In the bathroom, Naomi ignored Brendan. "Ronald, do you want to hide forever?"

Ronald, hearing her threat, softened his tone. "Naomi, I'm telling you this for your own good. You're not a man, so you don't understand. Men are stubborn. The more you pursue them, the less they'll appreciate you. Sometimes, they might start longing for you if you don't show too much interest."

Naomi replied sarcastically, "You're lecturing me on this? How about you go and get married first?"

Seeing she wouldn't listen, Ronald said pitifully, "Naomi, your house is too big, and I'm scared to stay here alone. Hurry back and keep me company."

Outside, Brendan's expression worsened after being ignored. He called out in a deep voice, "Naomi."

Naomi glanced at the door and told Ronald, "I need to hang up. Brendan is about to kick down the door."

"Is he back?" Ronald was surprised. "Then, don't stay in Yellowind Bay. He's too boring. Come back and keep me company."

Unwilling to continue, Naomi ended the call abruptly and calmly opened the bathroom door.

Seeing Brendan about to kick the door down, she leaned against the frame, hands folded across her chest. Smiling, she asked, "Weren't you going to count to three? Why did you stop?"

Brendan pinched her face. "Who was that?" Even though he usually lacked patience, he couldn't tolerate her being involved with someone else.

Naomi was amused by his anger. She pushed his hand away. "You're already this angry even though I haven't done anything yet. I can't imagine what you'll do if I really cheated on you one day."

"Don't play games with me," Brendan said, extending his hand. "Give me your phone."

Naomi chuckled. "What if I don't want to?"

"Then, you'd better make sure I don't find out," Brendan replied.

Naomi smiled. "Even if I were involved with someone else, at least I'm trying to save you some dignity by answering the call discreetly." (This referenced his delivery of Chloe's bag.)

Their gazes met; Brendan frowned, his tongue pressing against his cheek. Naomi's phone chimed with messages. Brendan's hand remained motionless on the table. This time, he remained silent.

Naomi slowly moved from the doorframe, the smile fading from her face.