My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos)

Chapter 1149

"You owe me money, so that's why you should cook and do the cleaning in return for my kindness.

Since when did all that work become a bargaining chip for you to negotiate with me?"

Naomi was agitated by his words and retorted, "Culver, don't go too far! It's true that I owe you money,

but that doesn't mean I've become your slave!"

Culver was an outspoken and short- tempered person.

Seeing that she was trying to argue with him, he grew even more infuriated.

"What? You were mine in the first place."

Naomi grabbed Culver by the arm and said, "Then, I'll pay you back, so let me go right now!"

Culver was astonished. Meeting her teary eyes, he felt deeply moved by her determination.

However, when he thought of her intention to pay him back, he became overwrought.

It seemed that she might leave him as soon as he agreed with her.

He frowned and asked, "What did you just say?"

She made up her mind, "I said I will return the money to you. I can afford it, and you know that very

well!"

Culver's heart sank as she said that. He sneered, "Are you doing this for him?"

"No, I'm doing this for my freedom!" said Naomi.

Then, she turned to speak to the chauffeur in front of them, "Stop the car! Pull over here!"

The chauffeur was frightened by their hysterical argument. He turned around and looked at Culver

inquiringly.

He didn't dare to do so without Culver's instruction. Naomi finally understood that she wouldn't be able

to leave the car without his permission.

Therefore, she took out her mobile phone in an instant and made a phone call.

"Uncle Clint, I'm in need of money now, please-"

Before her voice died away, Culver had already snatched her phone over and hung it up.

"Turn and go to the prison!"

Getting the order from Culver, the chauffeur heaved a sigh of relief. Truth be told, he was the one who

was in the toughest spot when the two of them were arguing.

As the matter was settled, it could be considered a good ending.

It was just that he was amazed by Culver, who was willing to compromise for Naomi's sake.

They arrived at the prison, and Culver followed Naomi inside.

At that moment, she was not in the mood to quarrel with him, hence she just allowed him to do so.

The warder had asked a doctor to treat Nelson's wounds, but he still looked discouraged and filthy.

He just sat there morosely, contemplating.

The sun shone through the skylight onto his body, but it did nothing to dispel his dejection.

He was so downhearted that he didn't seem to have any desire to survive.

Only when he heard the words 'Miss George' from the warder did he raise his head and there was a

glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Naomi..."

He opened his mouth and forced a smile.

Naomi no longer hated him at the moment. However, she still tried to make her voice sound calmer

before speaking.

"How did you end up like this?"

He shook his head, "I'm fine. It was just an accident." "If it was an accident, why would the staff call me

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Nelson did not make a sound.

After a moment of silence, he gave a rueful smile again.

"I'm sorry for troubling you."

Naomi furrowed her brows as she replied, "Are you sure this is what you want to say to me? Then, I

can tell you that I don't find this troublesome at all. You were my friend so paying you a visit is not

troublesome for me."

He raised his head, and he became crestfallen again at her words.

"Just a friend?"

"Absolutely! You've already given up on yourself, so nobody else can save you. What's more, I don't

want to save you at all!"

The warder next to them couldn't stand it anymore, "Miss George, he is not in a healthy mental state at

the moment. You should be more"

"What? Am I wrong? Now that he has lost everything and given up on himself, he is beyond salvation. I

think you shouldn't pay more attention to him, just let him wither like this!"

Naomi was actually very conflicted. There was not only love between Nelson and her, but also their

friendship that had started since childhood.

After being deceived by him, she was indeed sad and decided that she would never forgive him again.

However, when she looked at his current appearance and thought of their childhood, she was

incensed. She was angry that he had taken the wrong path back then, and she was angry that he had

failed to cherish himself.

"I'm sorry, Naomi."

"Do you think saying sorry is enough? Do you really want to apologize to me, or are you saying so just

to gain my sympathy, so that you'll be forgiven by me?"

"Of course I meant it!"

"Then, you have to prove it to me. You've committed many mistakes. Aren't you going to make up

forthem?"

"Can I? Are you still willing to give me a chance to do so?"

He gazed intently at her, waiting expectantly for her answer.

Naomi did not look back at him as she said, "You don't need me to give you a chance. You should be

taking the initiative to make amends for your wrongdoings even if nobody gives you a chance."

Naomi didn't stay any longer.

She stood up, turned around and was about to leave after saying so.

She told the warder apathetically, "If he still doesn't want to live, I suggest that you let him do as he

pleases."

The warder was rendered speechless for a while. Before he could say anything, Nelson had stood up.

"Naomi, I get it. I will definitely atone for my past sins!"

Nelson let out a sigh of relief.

As for Culver, he turned back to look at Nelson.

At the moment, with the two of them staring at each other, he finally felt that he had been mistaken.

Whether in terms of appearance or temperament, this man couldn't be just a chauffeur.

So, who was he?

It seemed that Naomi had said the most ruthless words to him, but every sentence she said was to

motivate and inspire him, so that he could redeem himself.

Culver was not too happy with that.

He wished that she could love him wholeheartedly without paying attention to others, especially

another man.

Thinking of that, he quickly turned to catch up with Naomi and held her hand in front of Nelson.

Thus, he thought that she liked him more compared to Nelson.

Culver could not help feeling smug as he thought to himself, "This woman has a fine taste in men.

Needless to say, I'm much better than a prisoner."

At the next moment, he wondered, "Wait, why would I compare myself to a prisoner?"

Just when he was thinking about that, he felt Naomi trying to break free of his grasp. He looked at

Naomi, who was pursing her lips.

"The act is over. It's time for you to let go of ^y hand."

Culver was shocked.

"What are you talking about? I'm not putting on an act."