Boomerang Love

Chapter 10

It seemed Naomi wasn't the way Brendan had thought. Her daily routine wasn't as simple as just going to the company and coming back home.

Not long after, when Jennifer came in to serve some snacks and tea, Brendan casually asked about Naomi's usual routine.

Jennifer said, "Sometimes, Mrs. Ludwig works late, but it's not often. She usually comes back quite early. Today's still early."

Early? It was already past nine.

Brendan had always been criticized for not coming home often, but it seemed Naomi wasn't much better herself.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

He had thought that agreeing to come home once a week would mean Naomi eagerly waiting for him at home. But things weren't as he had imagined.

With his hands in his pockets, Brendan stood still in front of the window. He wanted to see what time Naomi would come home tonight.

Inside an Audi A4, a young man gripped the steering wheel and glanced at Naomi, who was leaning her head against the car window. He asked, "Ms. Goodwin, are you okay?"

Naomi frowned. Her right hand pressed on her chest. "I'm fine."

She had been the center of attention at the celebration. So, she had drunk quite a lot.

Earlier, her colleagues had suggested going out for karaoke, but Naomi could barely walk straight. So, Michael had asked a colleague to drive her home.

About ten minutes later, when the car entered the prestigious Yellowind Bay residential area as Naomi had directed, the young man was stunned.

Yellowind Bay was the most luxurious residential area in Ashburgh. It was surrounded by green hills and lakes, with a serene environment that lots of people in Ashburgh wanted to live in. Of course, the land prices were astonishingly high.

He hadn't expected Naomi to live in Yellowind Bay. When the car stopped at the address she had given, Yellowind Bay No. 1, the young man was even more shocked.

If he was not mistaken, Yellowind Bay No. 1 was a vast estate owned by a prominent figure in Ashburgh, spanning nearly a hundred acres, with the villa in front of them built on this land.

"Ms. Goodwin," the young man called out to Naomi, trying to confirm if this was indeed her home.

Suddenly, the gates of the villa opened. A tall man in dark grey pajamas came out slowly. He looked cold and unsmiling.

When the young man saw it was Brendan, the veins on his hands bulged. He gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Mr. Ludwig," he quickly got out of the car to greet him the next second.

Brendan glanced at him indifferently, then walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. The smell of alcohol hit him when he saw Naomi. His eyes were so cold they looked like they could shoot ice. "Naomi, who let you drink outside?"

In the driver's seat, Naomi heard Brendan's voice and looked up. She said in surprise, "Hey! You're back!"

Clearly, she had forgotten their agreement.

After greeting him and flashing Brendan a smile, Naomi continued to fumble with the seatbelt. She mumbled, "Why can't I get this undone?"

Brendan looked disgusted but still bent down to unbuckle Naomi's seatbelt and lifted her out of the car.

Naomi instinctively wrapped her arms around Brendan's neck, yet she said, "Brendan, I'm not that drunk. Put me down. I can walk on my own."

After hearing this, Brendan held her even tighter, as if he was staking his claim.

At the gate, the young man was left stunned. No wonder Naomi had secured the legal representation for Ludwig Corporation. She had a personal connection with Brendan Ludwig himself.

Remembering Brendan's cold gaze from earlier, the young man shivered.

Had Brendan misunderstood something?

He quickly got back into the car and grabbed Naomi's bag. "Mr. Ludwig, here's Ms. Goodwin's bag."

Then, he added, "Mr. Ludwig, our law firm had a dinner tonight. I can't drink because I'm allergic to alcohol, so I was driving my colleagues home."

Brendan took the bag from the young man and said, "Thanks."

"No problem, Mr. Ludwig."

At the entrance, the young man watched Brendan carry Naomi into the house. He was still standing there in shock.

Naomi was much more connected than he thought. It looked like their law firm was going to move up a few levels.

Brendan carried Naomi to the bedroom upstairs and set her down on the sofa. Then, he pulled up a chair to sit in front of her, looking like he was about to start an interrogation. "Naomi, is that guy really your colleague? Did he only drop you off, or were there others?"

The young man was a clean-cut guy and well-mannered. He was the type that Naomi might take a second look at.

Naomi was hugging a pillow and looking at Brendan with blurry eyes. "Brendan, are you jealous?"

The more Brendan wanted to know, the less Naomi was willing to answer him. After all, he often bothered her with his rumors and scandals.

Brendan locked eyes with her and then lit a cigarette. Seeing Naomi frown, he took a puff and then put the cigarette out. "Naomi, don't play dumb. Answer my question."

Naomi suddenly smiled. She threw the pillow aside and climbed onto Brendan's lap. She put her arms around his neck and said, "Brendan, I want a hug."

She was drunk and wanted to do whatever she pleased.

Naomi thought Brendan would get angry and push her away. But to her surprise, he gently held her waist and pulled her closer.

Brendan wasn't as mad as he was just now. He lifted her chin with two fingers and looked at her with a smirk. "Feeling guilty, huh? Trying to act cute?"

Naomi pushed his hands away and nuzzled her face into his neck. "Brendan, I'm so tired. I want to sleep."

She was acting like a cuddly cat. Brendan's heart softened. He said, "Naomi, there will be no next time."

He wouldn't forgive her so easily if she drank so much alcohol and was sent back by another man next time.

Naomi ignored his warning and rested her head on his shoulder. Her soft lips touched his face. "Brendan, I want a kiss."

Brendan held her arms and gently pushed her away. "Don't push your luck."

"No kiss?" Naomi sat up straight. "Then, I'll go and kiss someone else."

Saying that, she was about to get up. Brendan's expression darkened, and he pulled her back

by her waist.

Naomi stumbled and fell into Brendan's arms. Her forehead bumped against his, and their

lips met.

Their warm lips pressed together. Brendan had a fresh scent while Naomi smelled like

alcohol.

Naomi swallowed hard. She wanted to lean back and avoid Brendan, but he leaned forward

and deepened the kiss.

She lowered her gaze and wrapped her hands around his neck.

After they kissed, she looked at Brendan with blurry eyes and asked, "Brendan, am I sweet?"