Chapter 1685

She wore an expression of mild helplessness. It was not that she disliked him—no, it was that he was being too clingy. Yes, clingy. He would not let her sit beside him to apply the medicine. He would not let her leave his embrace. The moment she even hinted at pulling away, his arms would tighten around her, refusing to let go. He acted like a child glued to their parent, needing constant attention and coaxing. However, he was not a child. He was a grown man, a mature man in his thirties. Scott gazed at her, sensing her exasperation, and said, "I want to eat something you made." Naomi froze. He wanted to eat something she made. That was not a big deal. During their marriage, she often cooked because she could not quite get used to the taste of meals prepared by the housekeeper. He never complained and ate whatever she made. However, he never said, "I want to eat something you made." Not once. This was a first. She studied his face for a long moment before saying, "If I sta