Boomerang Love

As he watched Naomi head upstairs, Mason couldn't help but admire her deeply. Her generosity and character were qualities he could never match.

She was such an amazing wife, but Brendan still didn't cherish her. What more could he possibly want? She was worthy of the "Best Wife of the Nation" award.

After Naomi left, Mason looked at Brendan again. His gaze met with Chloe's.

Seeing Chloe's speechlessness, Mason said, "I'll help you take Brendan back to his bedroom."

Chloe suddenly snapped out of her thoughts and replied, "Alright."

In the guest room at the end of the corridor, for once, Naomi had trouble sleeping.

If her life continued like this, it would truly be meaningless. She couldn't spend her whole life watching Brendan fall madly in love with other women. She had done her best to try to become a mother, but if fate didn't allow it, she would have to accept it.

Over the many years they had known each other, this was the first time she had seen him drunk to this extent. He wouldn't have ended up in this state if he didn't love Chloe that much and couldn't let her go.

His deep affection left Naomi feeling powerless.

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Chloe kept watch over Brendan.

The air in Brendan's bedroom was filled with his scent, and every item seemed to emanate his presence.

Chloe felt like she was in a dream. If it weren't for the unexpected events of tonight, she might never have been able to set foot in Yellowind Bay and never have had the chance to watch Brendan like this.

"Brendan." Her right hand gently touched Brendan's forehead. Her voice was soft and content.

Mason had told Naomi that Brendan had gotten drunk because of her. Chloe held tightly onto Brendan's hand, her gaze exceptionally bright.

The next day, Brendan woke up with a splitting headache. He felt terribly thirsty. His whole body was uncomfortable, and he could only vaguely remember Mason helping him into the car.

He also had a dream about Naomi,

"Brendan, you're awake!" Chloe hurriedly went to support him. "Does your head hurt a lot?"

Chloe's voice was as sweet as a bell, but a hint of impatience flashed across Brendan's face.

He realized that he was in his bedroom and that Chloe was holding his hand. Brendan quickly pulled his hand away and asked, "How did you get in here?"

Chloe, seeing him pull his hand away, felt a bit embarrassed. She gently rubbed her hands on her pants and explained, "You got drunk last night. Naomi called me to come and take care of you."

Brendan's thin lips instantly turned pale. What was Naomi thinking?

Chloe noticed that Brendan's complexion wasn't good and asked with concern, "Brendan, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'll have James send you back," Brendan said, his voice deep and bone- chilling, leaving her breathless Instantly.

She had stayed up all night to care for him, and now he wanted the driver to take her away. How could she face Naomi in this situation? Where would she put her dignity?All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Chloe swallowed hard and forced a smile. "I'll leave after you've had breakfast."

Brendan didn't pay any attention to her and got out of bed to pick up his phone from the table, dialing the driver's number.

Chloe clenched her fists lightly. After all these years, what more did she have to do to get a little closer to him, to make him care about her just a little more?

She had thought about asking Brendan a few times, but in the end, she didn't dare to speak up. So, she just left Yellowind Bay according to his wishes.

As soon as Chloe left, Brendan went to the guest room at the end of the corridor.