Chapter 130

Maximus' reminder snapped Naomi back to reality. She chuckled to herself. If Brendan hadn't forgotten about Sophia, he shouldn't have agreed to this marriage in the first place. Why was Brendan playing the role of a loving husband now? Wasn't he repulsed by the very idea of their marriage? With these thoughts in mind, Naomi picked up her spoon with a cold expression, too tired to bother anymore. By 9:00 pm, the two men had drained the two boxes of beer and a bottle of white wine. Maximus's face was already deathly pale, his brows furrowed tightly. Ryan was sweating profusely beside him, and Naomi's patience was thinning. Finally, dinner was over. As they parted, Maximus reminded Brendan to treat Naomi well. Brendan merely smirked. "You don't need to worry about my wife." Half an hour later, the car stopped at the small hotel. When Naomi moved to help Brendan, he coldly said, "I don't need your help." Naomi's movement halted, and her expression froze. She stared at Brendan f