CEO Ex-Husband, Don't Bother Me-Chapter 156 - 138: Joy is Your Daughter

"Couldn’t you read the Syanese written on yesterday’s note?"

He tossed the words at her, then took Joy from her arms. He turned and got into the car, holding Joy. Dylan was already inside, waving to her. "Mom, hurry and get in! It’s so cold out. It’s so much more comfortable in the car!"

Resigned, she had no choice but to get in the car.

They first dropped Joy off at her preschool, then he dropped Naomi off at the hospital entrance. Only then did Julian drive Dylan to his school.

As soon as Naomi Shaw walked into her department, one of the younger nurses gave her a suggestive smile. "Miss Anna, the director is looking for you!"

Most people only knew she was with Sean Donovan; they didn’t know the two had actually broken up. Naomi Shaw frowned slightly. After changing into her uniform, she headed for Sean’s office. She slipped the key to his apartment into her pocket, along with the ring he had refused to take back the other day.

She felt her heart pound with anxiety. ’What could Sean want from me now?’ She truly couldn’t bear to see the pained look on his face as he begged her to stay. The desperation and resentment in his eyes tore at her heart, making her feel like some unforgivable sinner.

She knocked and entered. Sean was at his desk, head bent over his work. She walked over and placed the key and ring on his desk. Sean didn’t look up; his eyes remained fixed on the file in his hands. Naomi felt the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating. She finally forced herself to speak. "Director, I heard you were looking for me?"

At the hospital, she always formally addressed Sean as "Director," only using his first name in private.

Sean finally lifted his eyes from the file, his gaze falling on the key and ring on his desk. His fingers, which were holding the document, suddenly tightened. He looked away and said grimly, "You can go. It was nothing."

"Your leg... is it okay?"

She asked out of concern, remembering how he had looked yesterday, writhing in agony in the snow. Sean’s emotions suddenly spun out of control, and he roared at her, "I told you to get out...!"

Startled by his expression, she gave him a stunned look before turning and rushing out of his office. Behind her, Sean’s hand clenched fiercely around the key and ring she had left, heedless of their sharp edges digging painfully into his palm.

Because of how Sean had treated her that morning, Naomi felt on edge all day, plagued by an inexplicable anxiety. Late that afternoon, as her shift was ending, Julian called to say he was planning to bring Dylan over to her place for dinner. She didn’t know what came over her, but she suddenly found herself pouring out her feelings to him. "I feel so anxious... I’m not in the mood to cook."

"What happened?"

He asked, his voice tight with concern. She sounded helpless. "No, nothing happened. But I just feel... so anxious."

"Then I’ll pick you up tonight. I’ll do the cooking when we get home."

He said after a moment’s pause. She nodded. "Just go straight to Joy’s preschool. I’ll pick her up first after I get off work."

"Okay!"

He agreed. But just as they were about to hang up, he suddenly added, "Don’t be afraid. You still have me."

Her heart warmed at his words, and she responded softly, "Mm-hmm..."

After her shift, she gathered her things and walked to Joy’s preschool. Once she’d picked Joy up, they stood by the side of the road waiting for Julian. He called while they were waiting to let them know he was stuck in traffic and would be a few more minutes.

The moment she hung up with Julian, a white van pulled up in front of her and Joy. Before she could even process what was happening, she and Joy were violently yanked inside. It happened so quickly that almost no one noticed. The van then merged into the flow of traffic and sped away.

"What do you want?"

Naomi glanced around the inside of the van, asking the men uneasily. Besides the driver up front, there were two burly, menacing-looking thugs. One look was enough to know they were not good people.

The men ignored her question. One of them let his lecherous eyes roam up and down her body before sneering, "So this is the woman Julian Donovan loves? She’s nothing special."

"Let me and my daughter go, or I’ll call the police!"

Naomi clutched Joy tightly in her arms. Just then, her phone started to ring. She saw it was Julian calling. ’He must have arrived and is calling because he can’t find us,’ she thought. A surge of hope went through her, and she was about to answer when one of the men snatched the phone from her. He pried the battery out and tossed it aside.