CEO Ex-Husband, Don't Bother Me-Chapter 34: Move to My Place

Good heavens, that’s not what I meant at all. She had no idea he’d be busy in Ian Shaw’s office until now; she’d assumed he had gone home to rest after finishing his work.

Julian Donovan lowered his head and captured her murmuring lips, nipping and devouring them as his arms tightened, pulling her forcefully into his embrace. Naomi Shaw gasped softly,

"Julian, I... I’m really hungry..."

She was starving. She also knew all too well that *that* was a physical activity. If she didn’t eat something, she was afraid he would wear her out until she passed out.

Julian Donovan released her, clearly displeased.

"Good, I’m hungry too. Make a plate for me while you’re at it."

With that, he pushed open her door and went into her room. Naomi Shaw stomped her foot in frustration outside. What would the maids think if they saw him in her room in the middle of the night? Besides, if the maids saw him, there would be no hiding it from Ian Shaw.

Still feeling anxious, she was extra careful in the kitchen, afraid of waking the maids. But in her nervousness, she accidentally cut her hand. The pain nearly brought tears to her eyes. Thankfully, the cut wasn’t deep—it had only broken the skin. She wrapped it with a paper towel and continued.

When she returned to her room with two plates of food, Julian Donovan was leaning against her desk, flipping through one of her books. He wore a simple white shirt and black trousers, his figure tall and lean, his features handsome and profound, his expression focused and earnest—the version of him she loved most. ’How wonderful it would be,’ she thought, ’if he belonged only to me.’

Sighing softly to herself, she walked over and handed him the plate. He took it, but his brow furrowed when he saw her hand.

"What happened to your hand?"

She pulled her hand back and said timidly,

"I accidentally... cut it..."

Julian Donovan sneered.

"Are you sure you’re capable of being my woman? I don’t want a woman who’s so clumsy she’s always getting herself hurt. I don’t have the energy to spare to look after her!"

He took every opportunity to put her down, hoping she would realize how difficult it would be and give up. He wanted her to understand that not everything she wanted, and not everyone she desired, could be obtained so easily.

But unexpectedly, she just lowered her eyes.

"I’ll be more careful from now on."

Then she took her own plate to a nearby table and sat down to eat quietly.

Julian’s aggression against her yielding nature was like punching a wad of cotton. He felt no impact, and she gently absorbed the blow. Frustrated, Julian strode over, slammed his bowl on the table, and began to eat with a cold expression.

They finished their meal in silence. Naomi Shaw took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them. She had put a bandage on her cut finger and now deliberately washed the dishes very slowly, her ears peeled for any sound from the top of the stairs. ’Why hasn’t he come down to go back to his own room? Don’t tell me he’s planning to sleep here tonight. I’ll really lose my mind. Just imagine if the maids see him coming out of my room tomorrow morning...’

He still hadn’t come down by the time she finished all the dishes. Resigned, she returned to her room. ’I’ll just try to persuade him to leave,’ she thought. But when she entered, she found he had already showered and was lying in her bed, seemingly asleep, with her blanket draped over his waist.

She panicked and rushed forward to shake him.

"Julian, why are you sleeping? Don’t sleep here!"

But no matter how she shook or pleaded with him, he didn’t react. Defeated, she sank onto the rug by the bed.

"Hey, Julian Donovan, how could you do this!"

She had never called him by his full name like that before. She always addressed him intimately as an older brother. In truth, Julian Donovan hadn’t been asleep, and even if he had been, her shaking would have woken him. Hearing her use his full name sent a violent tremor through him. It was a strange feeling, one he had never experienced before.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her. She was sitting on the rug, pouting, her eyes downcast in vexation. Her delicate features looked soft and lovely in the light. He waited for the throb in his chest to subside before closing his eyes again.

After sitting for a while, Naomi Shaw got up with a sigh of resignation and lay down beside him. But she couldn’t sleep at all. She felt like she was lying next to a ticking time bomb. ’I’d better not sleep,’ she decided. ’I’ll just wait until morning and wake him up before the maids are awake.’

She tossed and turned beside him. Occasionally, her smooth skin would accidentally brush against Julian Donovan, making him restless. He rolled over, stretched out a long arm, and pulled her into his embrace. Naomi Shaw jumped in fright.

"Julian, you... you’re not asleep?"

Julian Donovan’s tone was harsh.

"I’m your man. From now on, stop with the ’brother’ this and ’brother’ that. I don’t want to feel like this is incest!"

Naomi Shaw immediately fell silent, her innocent, glass-like black eyes staring at him. ’What was wrong with calling him ’Brother’? She felt it brought them closer. Besides, they were only adopted siblings. How was it incest?’

Julian Donovan pulled her tighter into his embrace and commanded in a cold voice,

"Say it."

"Say what?"

Naomi Shaw didn’t understand at first. It was only when his expression grew uglier that she realized what he wanted. Timidly and with great embarrassment, she whispered,

"Ju... Julian... Mmph..."

The words had barely left her lips before they were devoured by his. She had struck that nerve in Julian Donovan again. He pushed down on her wildly, his heavy breaths consuming everything beautiful about her—her body and her kiss. "Move in with me tomorrow."

"Mmph... Okay..."

Naomi Shaw was almost sent into convulsions by the force of his thrusts and could only cling weakly to his back, murmuring her assent.

She was starting to regret this whole "being his woman" thing. She had thought that all she needed to do was love him with all her heart. She hadn’t expected that she would have to do *these kinds of things* with him, and so frequently at that.

Of course, she couldn’t understand that a virile young man’s needs in this area were always so strong, and with her body being so tender and alluring, it was inevitable that he would sometimes lose control.

When she woke up the next day, he was already gone. She vaguely remembered hearing him get up before dawn. It seemed he must have left then. ’Thank goodness. For once, he actually considered my feelings and left before the maids woke up.’

After getting ready, Naomi Shaw went back to the apartment she rented with Lara. Remembering that Julian Donovan had told her to move in with him, she told Lara about her decision. She had expected Lara to chew her out again, but instead, Lara just sighed from where she was curled up on the sofa.

"Sigh. Naomi, sometimes I think, who am I to call you stubborn? I’m just as obstinate as you, holding on to a love that I know has no future, unable to let go."

"Lara, what are you talking about? You and Ronan are so in love. Even if your parents find out and object, they’ll definitely be moved by your genuine feelings for each other and agree to let you be together!"

Naomi Shaw knew what Lara was referring to. Ronan Joyce was just an ordinary international student from Syan with a humble family background, while Lara was the daughter of the King of Gamblers. With such a huge difference in their family status, Lara’s family would never approve of her being with Ronan Joyce.

"I hope so."

Lara said forlornly, her brow furrowed. Then she tilted her head to watch Naomi pack her things.

Lara remembered a quote she had once read: *No man grows up except in the arms of a woman. His indifference, his temper, his restlessness, his immaturity—all of it is erased by a woman.*

’Julian Donovan, I hope that woman for you will be Naomi, not your first love, or any other woman.’

Only after Naomi Shaw had finished packing did she realize she didn’t have a key to Julian Donovan’s house, nor did she have his phone number. ’Well, he’ll be back tonight anyway,’ she thought. ’I’ll just go over then.’