CEO Ex-Husband, Don't Bother Me-Chapter 150 - 135: How About Living Together?

"Oh, sorry..."

She quickly moved aside to let them carry the things inside, her heart a chaotic mess.

’Could it be... that I really was too quick to believe Sean Donovan and misunderstood him? Otherwise, if he were truly just trying to win me back for revenge, why would he be so considerate?’

Just as the movers finished bringing everything inside, Julian Donovan appeared at the top of the stairs, casually holding Joy. Naomi Shaw glanced at him. He’d climbed ten floors without even looking flushed or out of breath. His stamina was truly impressive. She paid the movers, then stepped forward to take Joy from his arms. "Thanks!"

He closed the door and came inside, saying with dissatisfaction, "Just a verbal ’thanks’ isn’t very sincere, is it?"

"Then what do you want?"

As Naomi asked, she set Joy down on the sofa, took off her coat, and prepared to start unpacking. Julian walked over, sat down on the sofa himself, and watched her with a smile. "You know what I want..."

Naomi wanted to grab a nearby bag and smack it over his head. She shot him a resentful glare. "Sorry, but I don’t!"

She then turned to unpack, but with a flick of his hand, he pulled her into his arms. Holding her close, he whispered suggestively in her ear, "Then let me tell you what I want."

Nearby, Joy blinked her big, dark eyes as she watched them embrace. Dylan even coughed pointedly to remind them to mind their image. Naomi was instantly mortified and pushed him away forcefully. "Don’t be like this in front of the children!"

Julian finally let her go with a laugh, but then he got up and stuck to her side. "I’ll help you!"

Naomi realized it would be impossible to make him leave or get him to settle down, so she decided to just put him to work. The movers had simply piled everything in the living room, so Julian, following her directions, carried each bag to its respective room. Then Naomi began to organize. Julian helped tidy up the kitchen, bathroom, and living room, leaving her to mostly just sort through her and Joy’s clothes.

In the master bedroom, Naomi sat on the floor, sorting through things one by one. The two children were playing in the living room. After finishing his other tasks, Julian walked in, sat on the large, unmade bed, and patted it. "Don’t you think you should make the bed first? I need to lie down and rest."

"Didn’t you just climb ten floors in one go?"

Naomi retorted without hesitation.

But despite her sharp words, she still found a clean set of sheets and a duvet cover and got up to make the bed. Julian leaned against a nearby cabinet, watching her with a smile. "I’ve discovered you’re quite cute when you talk back to me."

He’d never realized his little woman had such a sharp-tongued side to her.

Naomi protested unhappily as she made the bed, "What do you mean, ’talk back to you’? You make it sound like you’re my elder!"

A flash of pain crossed Julian’s expression. He walked over and gently hugged her from behind, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "I’m a few years older than you, so of course I’m your elder. Have you forgotten you used to call me Julian?"

Naomi instantly stiffened.

That name, "Julian," was her nightmare. Back then, she had been a naive and innocent young girl, loving and depending on one person with all her heart. She saw him as her sky, her everything. With every utterance of "Julian," she had poured out all her affection for him.

Julian turned her around to face him. He lifted her lowered face and looked directly into her sparkling eyes, saying softly, "Naomi, just like before... call me Julian, okay?"

He often woke from dreams in the middle of the night, his heart aching with nostalgia for the soft way she used to call him "Julian." The way she’d laugh and call out "Julian" when she was happy, the way she’d murmur "Julian, be gentle" when she was passionate beneath him... Every memory of that name eroded his heart.

Naomi stared at him blankly, her gaze fixed on him. She desperately wanted to see through his jet-black eyes and into his heart, to see what this man named Julian Donovan was truly thinking, to see if this man named Julian Donovan was worth loving again.

When Julian saw she wasn’t reacting, he sighed and pulled her into his embrace, saying softly, "If you don’t want to, then don’t. I like whatever you call me..."

Naomi remained silent, nestled in his arms. ’To treat him now as I did three years ago, without any reservations... I really can’t do it.’