Chapter 93
Brendan looked up. Everyone’s eyes were on him, awaiting his answer.
It seemed like if he didn’t agree, he wouldn’t be leaving here today.
With his hands in his pockets, Brendan stared at Naomi. After gazing at her for a long while, he said expressionlessly, “Of course I do.”
Naomi couldn’t help but smile dismissively at Brendan’s last–minute compromise as if to say, “I thought you were tougher than that.”
In reality, he hadn’t paid any attention to the pressure from Heather, Jackson, and the others. He would answer according to his mood, regardless of the pressure from the rest.
“Brendan, you’ve said it yourself. We’ll all be looking forward to your celebration banquet next year when you become a father.”
“Yes, you’re not getting any younger. It’s time to settle down.”
With each person’s comment, Brendan took his right hand out of his pocket and placed it on the back of Naomi’s neck, saying in a calm voice, “Let’s go and complete the mission.”
Naomi looked up. With her neck still firmly held by Brendan, he walked outside into the courtyard with her.
“So, there are times when you’re afraid too, Brendan.”
Brendan, who had one hand in his pocket and the other on the back of Naomi’s neck, replied, “I was just playing along.”
Naomi was speechless.
Naomi removed his hand, turned around, and shouted toward the house, “Mom…”
Brendan opened the car door before she could finish her sentence and tossed her inside.
In no time, the car started, and Brendan turned to look at her, saying, “You’ve made the entire Ashburgh
restless.”
“Stop it,” Naomi replied. “I don’t have that much influence.”
As Naomi finished speaking, Brendan’s phone rang. It was a work call. While Brendan was on the phone, Naomi browsed through her own phone.
Despite Henry’s efforts to almost entirely remove the previous night’s controversial topic from the Internet and Elaine’s public apology and clarification, Sabella Group’s stock price still opened with a limit- down, signaling substantial losses.
As Naomi scrolled through this news, her phone suddenly rang as well. It was a call from her father,
Dennis.
“Dad.”