CEO Ex-Husband, Don't Bother Me-Chapter 179 - 150: Gift

’If this keeps up, he’s going to be a terrible influence on Joy. No wonder he said he didn’t want to bring the kids on our trip. With him acting like this, I don’t want them corrupted by him either.’

Julian Donovan leaned against the doorframe, reluctant to leave. He then handed her his phone. "You should use this from now on. I have all the numbers of the people you know, so it’ll be convenient!"

"But it’s obviously a man’s phone..."

Naomi Shaw wasn’t too keen on using it. ’His phone is huge,’ she thought. While the style was modern and fashionable, it looked like a man’s phone no matter how you sliced it. It really wasn’t suitable for her.

"That’s the point! I want anyone with designs on you to know that you’re using your man’s phone!"

Julian Donovan snorted coldly, forcefully shoving the phone into her hand before turning to leave. Resigned, Naomi Shaw took the phone, which felt about as big as a brick, and returned to the hospital room.

After Julian left, Naomi’s heart was finally able to quiet down. She sat in the chair by Joy’s bed and started looking at a picture book with her. She tried to get Joy to read along, but the little girl refused to speak. Naomi had secretly observed Joy when she was alone and noticed that she liked to hum little tunes, using music to express her thoughts.

She sighed. ’Oh, well. It’s not like Joy can’t talk; she just doesn’t want to.’

When Jean Coleman came that evening, she brought Dylan with her. Having not seen his mother all day, Dylan missed her terribly. He threw himself into her arms, calling out "Mommy" this and "Mommy" that as he chattered about his day at school. A short while later, Julian Donovan also arrived. Upon seeing Jean, he called out respectfully and cautiously, "Mom..."

Jean Coleman immediately turned her head, ignoring him. Julian walked in awkwardly. ’Is she planning to give me the cold shoulder indefinitely?’ he wondered.

Jean said to Naomi Shaw, "Naomi, you and the others should take Dylan and go home first. I’ll stay here and look after Joy!"

"Thank you, Dean Coleman!"

Naomi was very grateful. Jean smiled and said, "Don’t be so formal with me. It’s what I should be doing!"

While Jean was in the restroom, Julian Donovan took out his phone and walked over to the mother and two children by the hospital bed. He adjusted the angle for a selfie, planning to take a family photo of the four of them to use as his lock screen.

Naomi Shaw was quite cooperative, letting him hold her as she smiled brightly for the camera. Joy was cooperative too, sitting there while her mother held her, giving a shy smile for the camera. But Dylan Donovan, sitting next to Joy, was completely uncooperative. He kept his head down, engrossed in his game.

Julian commanded, "Dylan, head up. The four of us are taking a picture!"

"What’s the point? This is so childish!"

Dylan grumbled without even looking up. He really, really hated having his picture taken! Especially such a childish close-up selfie.

Julian was furious. Joy reached out a small hand and tugged on Dylan’s sleeve. "Brother, let’s take it together!"

Only then did Dylan grudgingly lift his little face, staring at the camera with a blank expression. Julian finally managed to capture their first family photo of four. He then eagerly set it as his phone’s wallpaper, which earned him a series of eye-rolls from Dylan.

Jean stayed at the hospital to look after Joy, while Julian and Naomi Shaw took Dylan home. Naomi cooked dinner for the three of them. From the moment dinner ended, Julian watched Naomi like a hawk as she busied herself in the kitchen, washing the dishes. He was rubbing his hands together, impatiently waiting to carry her off to the bedroom and have his way with her.

He was sitting on the sofa, but his eyes were glued to the kitchen. However, his darling son seemed determined to thwart him. Curled up on the other end of the sofa, Dylan announced bluntly, "I haven’t spent time with my mom in ages. I want her to hold me while I sleep tonight!"

A certain someone flew into a rage. "You’re a big boy now, and you still need your mom to hold you while you sleep? Aren’t you embarrassed?"

"Don’t you sleep holding her too?"

The little boy retorted. Julian roared, "Is that the same thing? She’s my woman! She’s your mother!"

"I’ll hold my own woman when I’m older. For now, I want my mom to hold me!"

The little boy ignored his fury. Julian ground out through clenched teeth, "Dylan... Donovan..."

The little boy met his gaze defiantly.

Naomi, oblivious in the kitchen, had no idea that a silent war had already broken out between the big one and the little one outside.

The moment she stepped out of the kitchen, the little boy rushed over and hugged her. "Mommy, can you hold me while I sleep?"

Naomi gently ruffled his hair. "Okay. Let me run a bath for you first..."

Before she could finish, Julian furiously interrupted, "No!"

’I’ve finally managed to move into her fragrant boudoir, and I’ve been looking forward to passionate nights with her. How can I let this little brat ruin it!’

Dylan put on a pitiful act, snuggling against Naomi looking completely innocent. Naomi’s heart immediately melted. "Don’t listen to him. Come on, Mommy will take you for your bath!"

Dylan made a face at Julian, then followed Naomi into the bathroom. This drove Julian absolutely mad, but he had nowhere to vent his anger and could only sit on the sofa, stewing.

Naomi came out after getting the bathwater ready for Dylan. Seeing Julian sitting on the sofa with a cold expression, she turned and walked toward the other bedroom to make Dylan’s bed, pretending not to notice his displeasure. ’As if I don’t know what he’s thinking!’

She had originally chosen to move here to get away from both him and Sean Donovan. Who would have thought that something would happen to Joy again? Joy’s incident had only entangled her further with him. And after last night... he had brazenly moved in, and she couldn’t just kick him out. So, she could only ignore him. Thank goodness Dylan was here tonight; otherwise, she really wouldn’t know how to face him.

Julian was already frustrated, and seeing her ignore him now pushed him over the edge. He followed her into the bedroom, grabbed her from behind, and practically threw her onto the large bed. Naomi lay there dazed, struggling, as he immediately captured her lips in a kiss, his large hand brazenly sliding under her clothes to cup her breast.

The more she struggled, the more entangled he became. In just a moment, both of their clothes were in disarray, and they were breathing heavily. Not daring to shout too loudly, Naomi raised a hand and fiercely pinched the flesh at his waist, cursing, "Are you crazy?"

"Mommy!"

Dylan called out again. Naomi shoved Julian off of her, scrambled up, and frantically straightened her disheveled clothes, messy hair, and the rumpled bed. Then, she called out awkwardly to Dylan, "Mommy’s making your bed, it’ll be ready in a minute!"

She took a new set of sheets and a duvet cover from the closet and poked Julian, who was lying there comfortably. "Get up. I need to put new ones on for Dylan!"

Naomi shot Julian an angry glare, then gathered the sheets and duvet cover from the bed, took them to the bathroom, and threw them in the washing machine. While she was at it, she took a shower herself. During her shower, a certain someone strongly requested to join her for a "couple’s bath," but she refused him every time. She locked the door and didn’t come out until she was finished and dressed in clean clothes. All he could do was wait, completely powerless against her.

Ignoring a certain someone’s displeased gaze, Naomi came out of the bathroom and went straight to Dylan’s room. Dylan was leaning against the headboard, reading a book by himself. His little face was still tense, looking exactly like his father when he was angry. Naomi walked over helplessly and sat on the edge of his bed. She took his book and closed it. "Didn’t you want Mommy to hold you while you sleep?"

Dylan glanced at her without a word, lifted the covers, and slipped into bed. Naomi smiled, lay down beside him, and wrapped her arm around his small body. Dylan’s temper instantly vanished. He lay there comfortably, nestled in her arms, letting her hold him. ’There’s no one in the world better than a mother; a child with a mom is a treasured jewel.’

"Dylan, about Cheryl Nash’s father... you were the one who told her, weren’t you?"

Naomi looked down at Dylan and asked softly. Dylan didn’t deny it. "Yeah. I understand how much Cheryl longs for and misses her dad. It’s just like how I used to miss you."