Boomerang Love

After confirming that the man was indeed Brendan and not some ghost, Naomi rubbed her chest with relief.

"Brendan, what's wrong with you? It's midnight. Don't you need to sleep?"

Brendan remained leaning on the doorframe opposite her. He looked at her as he said, "Naomi, what a brave person you are."

She had locked him out on his turf. In addition, she had once kicked him out while they were in South Lake and even called the security guards.

Growing up at home, in school, or out in society, everyone knew they couldn't mess with Brendan. If you upset him for a day, he could make your life hell for the year or even your entire life.

Even though Mason and Ronald flattered him constantly, they still gossiped behind his back, whispering that Brendan was born evil. One didn't even have to look inside to know that it was as dark as coal.

From then till now, who knew how much bullying they had endured from him? Even they endured this treatment from him, let alone other people.

Yet, a man like him suffered incessantly in her hands. They had even gotten into countless physical altercations.

Although they argued every time, there had been instances where Brendan would apologize first, although he hadn't done so explicitly.

Even Sophia had never gotten this kind of treatment.

Naomi said while yawning, "What, you thought everyone's like you, all bark and no bite?"

Brendan felt mocked by her.

As Naomi turned right and continued walking, Brendan reached his hand out and yanked on her arm.

"Who are you calling all bark and no bite? If you don't fucking control that mouth of yours, I'll slap you, believe it or not."

Naomi turned around and tilted her cheek toward him, "Come on then, try slapping me. However, I'll tell you the ugly truth first. If you slap me to death here, I'll be sure to haunt you."

If she knew she would run into him by coming out, she would've preferred to starve rather than do so. Naomi maintained the appearance of a fearless little gangster. Brendan released his grip on her arm and pinched her cheek. "Since you need your mouth to eat, I'm not going to talk nonsense with you."

Naomi whacked the back of his hand and rubbed her face. "Of course. You don't eat with your mouth. You use..

Naomi's insult hadn't left her mouth before Brendan pinched her lips and forced her to swallow her words.

As Naomi pushed his hand away, her stomach ached horribly. She massaged her stomach as she said, "I don't want to talk to you. Don't follow me."

It was already midnight, and Jennifer had gone to bed, as well as all the others. Naomi couldn't just wake them up. Instead, she opted to fumble blindly in the kitchen.

But even after making a huge racket, she still couldn't open the tin of m luncheon meat. In addition, she had sliced her beef into slices of varying thickness. Perhaps this was because she had never done any chores

growing up.

As Naomi hacked at the tin of the luncheon meat, Brendan's voice came from behind her. "You're trying to wake everyone in the house up."

She had been feeling irritated at her inability to open the tin. When she heard Brendan's voice, she turned around impatiently to say, "Why are you following me around like a dog?"

Brendan rolled his eyes. "If I didn't see you now, I'd think you were decapitating a corpse."

After he finished speaking, he took the knife from her and opened the tin that she had dented with her hacking. He took the meat out and sliced it. He then re-This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

sliced her beef for her.

Naomi crossed her arms on her chest. She leaned beside him and stared at him. "You want me to put on a show with you for your family to see?"

For the past two years, he had never sought her out. He only did so when his grandfather began pressuring them. That was when he would ask Jason to inform her to return home with him to put on a

show.

Recently, he had