Boomerang Love

As Brendan helped her shower, he was completely in line. He didn't dare to do anything to her.

Even when Naomi intentionally seduced him, he remained unshaken.

After Naomi finished her shower and sat in front of her laptop, Brendan's face darkened. He scolded, "Who let you turn the laptop on? Go back to bed now."

Naomi wanted to cry. She turned to look at him and said, "Brendan, I haven't confirmed what's going on. Don't be too nervous. Even if I were pregnant, what then? Pregnant ladies still need to work anyway."

Brendan said, "That only applies to other people. My wife is a whole other story."

Brendan calling her his wife made Naomi stare at him speechlessly. Afterward, he walked over and carried her from the chair.

In the past, he'd been rough when picking her up. However, that day, he held her like he was cradling a prized possession. He was careful and gentle.

When he put her on the bed, it seemed like he was placing a mound of cotton candy on the bed. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

How hard was it to be treated so gently by him?

Once he covered her in blanket, he brought her a glass of warm milk.

Brendan's tiptoeing around her reminded her of the time she'd gotten a fever in junior high. Brendan had taken care of her around the clock.

Other than to use the toilet, he'd never left her side. He hadn't even gone to school.

He'd fed her medicine and food. Back then, he'd also been this nervous.

After staring at Brendan for a while, Naomi smiled and said, "Brendan, you're making me feel guilty. I'll feel apologetic if I don't turn out to be pregnant, both to you and your ancestors."

What kind of person was Brendan? Growing up, he'd never even poured water for his parents before. Yet, now he was serving her personally. Naomi felt awkward. Brendan tugged at his pants and sat on the bed. He said, 'If you're not pregnant, so be it. You'll be pregnant soon anyway."

Naomi smiled at his words. She said, "I thought you didn't want children."

They'd been married for almost three years. He'd almost never come home or touched her. Once they'd finally consummated their relationship, he'd secretly taken contraceptive measures.

Thus, she'd never thought that Brendan wanted to be a father.

At least, she'd never thought he would make her pregnant.

The room was silent. Brendan caressed her face and said, "I've never entertained the thought of not having children."

Naomi turned to look at him and said, "Brendan, I want to discuss something with you."

Brendan replied, "Go on."

Naomi stuck a hand out of the blanket and grasped his hand gently. "I need to attend court on Monday. We'll wait till Jessica's case closes before going to the hospital for

a check-up."

The case was going to court. Naomi didn't want to be affected. In addition, if they really found that she was pregnant, Brendan wouldn't let her go to work, if his behavior now was any indication.

She didn't want Brendan to go with her. She wanted to go herself.

Unsurprisingly, Brendan immediately rejected her suggestion. He said, "Impossible. Go for the check-up tomorrow.

"Alright, alright. We'll go tomorrow." Naomi wasn't one to be stubborn. If Brendan disagreed, then fine; she would let it go. She tightened her blanket and closed her

eyes.

Brendan said, "Drink your milk."

Naomi responded, "Drink it yourself."

"Naomi." Brendan's hand slipped into the blankets.

She had been scared of tickles since she had been young. Thus, when Brendan's hand went under the blanket, she immediately wriggled out.