Boomerang Love

Naomi realized that Brendon was being handsy. She slapped him on the back of his hand.

"Look at you getting horny. Don't you know where we are?"

Naomi was about to use the same hand to push Brendan away when he gave her a tug by the waist and pulled her back toward him.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Naomi was amused.

Right at that moment, the soup that she was heating up just started to boil. She glanced at the soup, then looked at Brendan.

She gave his chin a gentle pinch and said, "Are you able to satisfy me if you're not going to drink your mom's chicken soup? First, fill your stomach. Then, you can fill me up."

Upon saying that, she hopped down from the counter.

Brendan watched Naomi with a dissatisfied gaze.

After that, he went to the dining area. He saw that Naomi had served a massive bowl of soup for him. The soup was full of chicken and an assortment of vegetables.

Brendan stared at the soup for a moment. Then, he looked up at Naomi.

Their eyes met. Naomi pushed the two dinner rolls toward him. She said in a tone of admiration, "Mom is such a practical person."

How much distrust did she have for Brendan? Was that why she made so many nutritious dishes for him?

After she said that, she handed a spoon to Brendan, who accepted it.

He had a taste of Heather's soup. Then, his expression became convoluted because of the complex taste of the soup.

Brendan's face became glum. Naomi was pleased. "It seems like your mother hasn't figured out your taste preferences yet."

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Naomi was just feeling smug when Brendan pinched her by the chin and pulled her toward him. He pressed his lips against hers and transferred a piece of celery into her mouth.

The look in Naomi's eyes turned dark. Though, she was still forced to swallow it in the end.

Naomi's stomach churned. She grabbed a dinner roll and took a bite. "No need to call me for this good stuff next time."

When Heather served the soup that evening, she didn't allow Naomi to have any.

She said she was afraid that Brendan wouldn't be able to hold out against her. She didn't want her son to embarrass himself. Nonetheless, Brendan had ended up feeding her some of the soup.

Naomi felt disgusted. Brendan, on the other hand, felt more at ease. He actually ended up finishing the Chapter 184

bowl of soup.

When they returned to their bedroom, Brendan asked casually, "Were you beside Mom when she called me today?"

Naomi retorted with a question, "Are you feeling like you did something wrong?"

Brendan turned around to face her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his arms. "If that's something that makes you unhappy, I can make her leave."

Earlier tonight, Naomi found his medication for him. She even heated up the soup and toasted the dinner rolls for him.

He was actually feeling quite touched. It felt as if this place had become more homely.

While Naomi was caught in Brendan's embrace, she propped her hands against his chest. She shrugged it off with a laugh.

"She's not so significant that she can make me unhappy."

As before, she still believed that the problem between her and Brendan was not because of any third party. Whenever problems that arose in a marriage, the cause was predominantly the couple themselves.

After saying that, Naomi wanted to retreat from Brendan's arms. Right at that moment, he grabbed her by the wrists and flung her onto the bed. She became entrapped in his arms.

Naomi looked at him. "Brendan, what..."

She couldn't finish her sentence. Brendan had sealed her lips with a kiss.

He didn't give her a chance to speak or reject him. He pinned both her hands down with one hand as he undressed her with the other.

Deep down, Naomi panicked. She tried to struggle, b more.

she only ended up being subdued by Brendan even There wasn't any gentle and loving foreplay like the previous time. Brendan ripped her robe open. As he continued kissing her, he spread her legs.

She didn't even have time to resist. Brendan barged his way into her without waiting for her.

All at once, Naomi clenched her hands into fists. The veins on her neck were popping. It hurt so bad that she could almost swear.

Following that, she knitted her brows tightly and said, "Brendan, you asshole. Get off me. Stop moving."

That bastard.

Son of a bitch.

He didn't give her any chance to prepare herself. She was Self. She was in so much pain that she felt like she could die.

Brendan loosened his grip on her hand slightly. He gave her a peck on her cheek. Just hold on.

How long would she have to hold on for? Brendan didn't even have then answer to that question. He wasn't a woman. He wouldn't have known how it felt.