Chubby Mommy: Scheming Daddy, Surrender Now!-Chapter 175: Want to Try Something New

Naomi Sinclair was more than a head shorter than Leon Sterling. Even on her tiptoes, she could only reach his chin. With a casual push from him, she spun around in circles. Seeing that she was about to be driven away if she did nothing, she went all out, using her arm to hold the door frame, determined not to let him close the door.

"Leon Sterling, I still have a gift for you." She furrowed her brows and shouted in frustration.

Even Uncle Three and Vivian downstairs heard her voice. They exchanged a glance, both revealing an awkward yet polite smile.

"My daughter, she’s just too mischievous."

"I really like Naomi’s personality." Vivian said, but in her heart, she was a bit worried. Although her youngest son seemed gentle, once angry, he was definitely scarier than her eldest son.

"I should go take a look." She got up and walked to the stairway, looking up. "Charles, Naomi is a guest; please be considerate with her."

Naomi Sinclair, hearing Vivian’s backing, immediately beamed with delight. "Did you hear that?"

Leon Sterling glared at her fiercely and retorted, "No."

"I can pass it on. Vivian asks you to be nicer to me." Naomi Sinclair didn’t care about the expression on his face; she was determined to cling to him, constantly refreshing her presence in his mind. Being disliked was better than being ignored.

Leon Sterling had never encountered such an unreasonable woman who bothered him purely with her thick skin. At a loss for what to do, he was extremely headache-ridden. "What exactly do you want?"

"Sleep with you." Naomi Sinclair’s face flushed red upon saying it, "Ah, so shy, what to do?"

Leon Sterling lowered half of his eyelids, sweating coldly. "Miss Sinclair, you probably have some misunderstanding about the word ’shy’?"

She puffed her cheeks and glared, "Can’t I be shy?" Seeing his demeanor soften a bit, she released her grip on the door frame and handed him the box she had been clutching tightly.

Because she had squeezed it so hard earlier, the wrapping paper along with the carton inside was somewhat deformed.

"I had a renowned craftsman make this set of paintbrushes. I heard from friends that anyone who paints would love it. Your French name is engraved on the handles." She offered the gift with both hands, speaking very sincerely, watching him cautiously, afraid he wouldn’t accept the gift.

Leon Sterling’s expression did not soften with her anxious and expectant demeanor.

A woman who could blatantly say she wanted to sleep with him in front of a practically stranger, surely affairs were as routine to her. How could she get nervous over giving a gift? It was all a pretense.

Leon Sterling had never been in love, but he’d heard plenty of others’ love stories. Women, beneath their pure and beautiful exterior, hid a deep heart. Vivian was an example. This seemingly no more than eighteen-year-old Miss Sinclair was only deeper!

He was silent for three seconds, then said stiffly, "Since it’s such a valuable gift, I cannot accept it. You must have heard the expression, ’no merit, no reward,’ Miss Sinclair?"

"You do have merit; you’re good-looking, and that’s the greatest merit. Just accept it." Naomi Sinclair squinted with a silly smile that looked so innocent it was hard to tell if she was truly dumb or feigning it.

Leon Sterling was truly at a loss. "What can I do to make you give up?"

"If you had a girlfriend... No, if you had a wife, I would give up." Naomi Sinclair lowered her hand, stubbornly maintaining her defiant stance.

Leon Sterling shook his head, thinking to himself, Ethan Sterling has a wife, and I never saw you care about how his wife felt? He rolled his eyes, raised his hand, and pushed her shoulder, pushing her two or three steps away, then quickly shut the door.

Naomi Sinclair, unwilling to give up, stepped forward half a step, almost getting her nose slammed by the door, blinking in fright, she felt a chill up her back.

She sighed, like a defeated kitten, crestfallen and spiritless, went downstairs to hand the gift to Vivian, forced a smile despite her twisted expression, "This is for Leon, please give it to him for me, I... have something to do, so I’m leaving first."

After speaking, she walked to the door on her own accord.

Vivian wanted to say a few words to keep her, but Uncle Three quickly grabbed her arm, shaking his head. Although she was puzzled, she held back.

Once she went out, Vivian frowned and asked, "Seeing Naomi like that, don’t you feel bad?"

Uncle Three grinned, finding it inappropriate to talk about his daughter’s uninhibited behavior in matters of male and female relationships, just brushing it off. "Young people need to experience setbacks to grow. Besides, if Leon doesn’t fancy her, there’s nothing any of us can do."

Vivian pursed her lips, not commenting on whether or not he fancied her. She herself wasn’t wedded off because of money back then? Yet she felt that with her youngest son’s stubborn temperament, only a girl like Naomi could unsettle him. Maybe something could come of it?

Ethan Sterling arrived home and was somewhat surprised not to see Naomi Sinclair, "She left without dinner?" He said as he noticed Leon Sterling’s daggers shooting from his eyes.

Uncle Three chuckled, "She said she had something to do and left, maybe a friend called her away. No need to worry about her."

Ethan Sterling gave a small smile and didn’t press further.

After dinner, the Sterlings said goodbye to Uncle Three, Leon Sterling turned around and stopped Ethan Sterling who was about to go upstairs, "Please don’t use me as a pawn for your gains in the future."

Ever since he came back this time, after discovering all the troubling affairs he had with Rhonda Sullivan, he hadn’t faced him in good temper, even though he knew his difficulties, he still couldn’t forgive him.

Ethan Sterling’s expression was quite composed, seemingly indifferent to his harsh attitude. However, there was an unabashed indifference in his eyes, "Sorry, she merely said she wanted to have dinner at home, I didn’t consider it using you as a pawn."

After saying that, he bypassed Leon Sterling and walked upstairs slowly.

Vivian watched the shadows of her two sons with mixed emotions and a tangled heart.

She had thought the two sons were mature enough never to become enemies over a woman. But now, the state of mutual disregard seemed not much better than a grudge.

She sincerely hoped time could heal everything.

She sighed and went back to her room.

*

In Naomi Sinclair’s apartment, she was drinking and venting to Dina Finn, "Don’t you think the Sterling men are all blind? Why are none of them attracted to me?"

Dina Finn glanced at her sideways, "You’re not even mentioning the things you’ve done. So many men waiting to serve you, yet why do you have to make it hard for yourself?"

Naomi Sinclair pouted, angrily saying, "It’s not that I’m running out of time and want to try something new. Why is it so difficult?"

The tactics she used were the same ones men used on her. Even if they weren’t high-level, they shouldn’t be completely ineffective, right?

She was absorbed in her self-reflection, completely unaware of Dina Finn’s strange gaze.

Dina Finn clutched her wine glass, frowning, "What did the doctor say, how much time exactly do you have left?"

She was rather casual about it, "This time they said up to three years."

Though the doctor liked issuing her death notices, she understood her own body well and even quite agreed with his diagnosis this time.