Boomerang Love (Naomi and Brendan)
Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Brendan lightly rubbed Naomi's waist with his right hand and said, "With so many people eyeing you, I

can't bear to part with you."

Naomi couldn't help but roll her eyes. It seemed to

be a common problem among men. When no one would compete with them, they wouldn't value it, but as soon as someone else showed interest, they became possessive.

She gave him a look of disdain, and Brendan's right hand, which had been gently massaging her waist, slowly moved up to her chest.

Naomi slapped his hand lightly. "Brendan, are you behaving like a gentleman when it suits you and a rascal when it doesn't?"

He didn't seem to care when she was kind to him. But the moment she showed disinterest and wanted to end things, he came running back. It was genuinely infuriating. Naomi pushed Brendan away, but she hadn't even moved away when he grabbed her again. "Where are you going?"

Naomi looked helpless. "To take a shower! Do I need to submit an application to you?"

Brendan asked, "Why do you need to take a shower? I don't mind."

Naomi pressed her hands against his chest. "I mind."

After just arguing, neither of them was in the mood for intimacy. Regardless of his skills, she had no interest in entertaining him.

Naomi grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom. Brendan went to the window and lit a cigarette, exhaling slow and heavy smoke rings. He let out a slow breath.

It seemed that the argument just now was finally over. However, Naomi's patience was running out, and she was more prone to outbursts now. She had brought up getting a divorce twice now. Before long, Naomi came out of the bathroom, and Brendan extinguished another cigarette in the nearby

ashtray.

Naomi glanced at him and said, "You've been smoking a lot lately."

Brendan opened up the window all the way. "If you don't provoke me, I won't have the urge to smoke."

Naomi chuckled. "Am I really that influential? Can I affect your emotions like that?"

Brendan appreciated Naomi's straightforwardness. Besides her parents, she didn't take things too seriously. They had just argued, and now she could chat and laugh with him. However, sometimes, her words could be infuriating.

Naomi changed into a bright red nightgown, which made her fair skin look even fairer. Her whole demeanor became more alluring. As she walked toward him with a graceful stride, she resembled a

character from an old movie.

She squeezed a bit of hand cream onto her hands and began to apply it while Brendan approached her and embraced her from behind. One hand wrapped around her waist, and the other cupped her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra after her shower, and Brendan deliberately used his thumb to tease the peaks.

Naomi raised her eyes and looked at their reflection in the dressing mirror. She observed Brendan with his gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose and his tired eyes closing as he rested his chin on her

shoulder.

She slowed down the pace of rubbing her hand cream. Her right foot emerged from the slipper, and the soft sole of her foot gently rubbed against his calf. 'Feeling amorous?" she teased.

Brendan deliberately pinched her soft flesh, causing Naomi to wince in pain.

"Are you an idiot?" she responded. Then, she added, "If these were fake, you would have burst them."

Brendan retorted, "If they were fake, I wouldn't even touch them."

In response to his comment, Naomi slipped her right foot back into the slipper and gave him a firm stomp.

Seeing her reaction, Brendan, who was still holding her waist with both hands, turned her around to face him. He then leaned in to kiss her lips.

There was no anger and no retaliation. His lips were soft, and the kiss was gentle.