Boomerang Love

Even though Brendan was angry, Naomi was happy that he had managed to find her. She boldly leaned in for a kiss.

Even though Brendan's expression darkened, he felt relieved deep down.

He pushed Naomi away and advised, "I'm driving, keep it down."

Naomi toned it down and stared at him. "You're still upset. Let's both cool off for a couple of days before discussing this."

Brendan stayed silent. He knew himself well, and he could read Naomi like an open book.

He couldn't resist it when she pulled her puppy eyes.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

But thinking about how she had been cornered earlier and nearly... Brendan couldn't shake off the sense of dread.

Even though she had already handled Tom by the time he had gotten there, she had still been deep in the enemy's territory.

If he hadn't shown up, there was no guarantee she would have gotten out safely.

Half an hour later, they arrived home. Brendan's mood remained sour.

Seeing this, Naomi smiled and asked, "Are you still mad? Let's move on! Or should I take a few bodyguards to work with me from now on?"

Despite Naomi's attempt at joking, Brendan didn't react. Instead, he muttered, "Get some rest. I'm going out for a bit and will be back later."

In the end, he understood that Naomi was just doing her job and that she wasn't the one at fault. Tom was.

Naomi grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"

Brendan pulled away. "Go and rest. You don't need to wait for me."

Without waiting her to agree, Brendan left the bedroom.

Naomi had a bad feeling about it. She immediately followed him to the door but ultimately couldn't stop him from leaving.

Watching his figure disappear, she sighed to herself.

Once Brendan set his mind on something, no one could change his mind. They had known each other for years, and she understood him too well in this regard.

She would be lying if she said she hadn't afraid when she had been at Tom's house.

After all, that was the enemy's territory, and no one would believe in her.

Sitting at the desk, Naomi picked up the phone and called Jason. When she asked him what Brendan was up to, he said he was dealing with work.

Though Naomi didn't entirely believe it, she had no choice but to trust him. She then grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom.

When she emerged from the bathroom half an hour later, an urgent knock sounded on the door.

"Who's there?" Naomi was drying her hair with the towel.

"It's me, Naomi," Mason's voice came from outside the door.

Naomi tossed aside the towel and approached the door. "Mason, what's-"

Before Naomi could finish her sentence, Mason dragged her outside. "Naomi, please talk some sense into Brendan. Otherwise, he might end up killing someone!"

"Is it Tom?" Naomi asked.

"Yes! That nouveau riche dude." Mason exclaimed, "We don't know what happened. But Jason said it's a personal grudge."

Since it involved her and Brendan's private affairs, Jason hadn't specified the exact reason.

When Naomi heard that the victim was Tom, she quickly rushed after Mason.

It wasn't worth it to dirty Brendan's hands for Tom. She didn't want him to become a murderer either.

Mason gripped the steering wheel with a frown and asked, "What's happening, Naomi?"

Naomi briefly explained what had happened between her and Tom.

After all, that was the enemy's territory, and no one would believe in her.

Sitting at the desk, Naomi picked up the phone and called Jason. When she asked him what Brendan was up to, he said he was dealing with work.

Though Naomi didn't entirely believe it, she had no choice but to trust him. She then grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom.

When she emerged from the bathroom half an hour later, an urgent knock sounded on the door.

"Who's there?" Naomi was drying her hair with the towel.

"It's me, Naomi," Mason's voice came from outside the door.

Naomi tossed aside the towel and approached the door. "Mason, what's-"

Before Naomi could finish her sentence, Mason dragged her m outside "Ngome please talk some sense into Brendan. Otherwise, he might end up killing someone!"

"Is it Tom?" Naomi asked.

"Yes! That nouveau riche dude."

Mason exclaimed, "We don't know what happened. But Jason said it's a personal grudge."

Since it involved her and Brendan's private affairs, Jason hadn't specified the exact reason.

When Naomi heard that the victim was Tom, she quickly rushed after Mason.

It wasn't worth it to dirty Brendan's hands for Tom. She didn't want him e to become a murderer either.

Mason gripped the steering wheel with a frown and asked, "What's happening, Naomi?"

Naomi briefly explained what had happened between her and Tom.