The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show-Chapter 177: Who Is That Other Man?

Unceremoniously bundled into the car, Naomi Kenway could only watch Chloe Murray’s retreating figure through the window.

An indescribable worry filled her heart. She glared at the man responsible. "Who are you? What are you doing?!"

Ethan Shaw’s expression was as dark as a storm cloud. ’His own wife gets drunk, doesn’t even recognize him, but is completely fixated on her secret lover...’

"Drive."

Liam Sherman only dared to nod, not making a sound. He regretted taking on the thankless job of being the driver today of all days.

Naomi Kenway fought to break free from his grip, then started pounding on the car window. "Let me out!"

The commotion was getting rather loud. Liam Sherman spoke up hesitantly, "President Shaw..."

Ethan Shaw suddenly grabbed Naomi Kenway’s hand. His handsome brows furrowed, and a flicker of heartache crossed his eyes.

Naomi Kenway’s skin was naturally delicate. She had been pounding so hard that her entire palm was red.

"Liam Sherman, get the first-aid kit."

Liam Sherman did as he was told, then resumed his duties as the driver, neither speaking nor asking questions.

Ethan Shaw tried to apply antiseptic with a cotton swab, but Naomi Kenway refused to cooperate. She was like a feisty, stubborn little lioness, thrashing about with boundless energy.

Left with no choice, Ethan Shaw had to hold her wrist steady. By the time he finished applying the medicine, he realized his forehead was beaded with sweat.

Naomi Kenway had stopped struggling. She was leaning quietly against the seatback, apparently asleep.

All his rage, which had momentarily subsided, came flooding back. Recalling the earlier scene, he felt a murderous urge to kill that bastard.

’Naomi Kenway actually went out drinking with some other man. They were so familiar with each other, they must have gone on more than one date. When did this start? And that disgusting man called her ’baby’... baby...’

Ethan Shaw made a call. Glancing to the side, he lowered his voice. "I want a complete file on that man from earlier. Specifically, find out when he started seducing my wife."

His voice was as cold as ice.

It was late by the time they arrived at the estate. Only two servants on duty remained in the vast living room. Anyone could tell the atmosphere tonight was unusual.

Ethan Shaw carried Naomi Kenway upstairs. Once in the bedroom, her consciousness cleared slightly, but the world in front of her still seemed to be splitting into multiple images.

"Naomi Kenway..."

She vaguely heard someone calling her name and answered subconsciously.

"Naomi Kenway, who the hell is that other man? Don’t even think about sleeping until you answer me." His voice was seething.

Her brain had just begun to slowly churn when she heard the man continue, "How long have you two been together? How far have things gone?"

"He calls you ’baby’? Naomi Kenway..."

Naomi Kenway couldn’t clearly hear the rest. All she knew was that the person in front of her was incredibly annoying, so she slapped out at him.

But it was her own hand that felt the pain first. Tears welled up in Naomi Kenway’s beautiful eyes. ’This isn’t me being dramatic, it really hurts...’

’Is this guy’s chest made of steel?’

Seeing her pained expression, Ethan Shaw let out a laugh of pure exasperation. "That’s the price you pay for cheating on me."

Then he took her hand and gently blew on it. "Does it still hurt? You’re so delicate..."

Her palm tingled from the warm breath. Naomi was suddenly in a daze. She had been a mischievous child, always climbing trees and raiding birds’ nests. Jackson Kensington had scolded her for it many times, saying she didn’t have an ounce of a proper lady’s grace, that she was crude and foolish, a complete disgrace to him. But her mother never scolded her. Her mother would encourage her to do what she loved, bandage her wounds afterward, and gently blow on her stinging cuts to make them feel better, just like this.

Her mother would ask, "Nina, does it still hurt?"

Naomi Kenway suddenly felt her eyes sting, and the tears began to fall, completely beyond her control.

Ethan Shaw’s fierce expression instantly softened. "Don’t cry. Does it really hurt that much?"

He was about to get up and call a doctor for her, but she suddenly threw her arms around him. Her unique, sweet scent enveloped him, and Ethan Shaw found he couldn’t push her away.

He reached out, wiping away her tears with the pad of his thumb. Gazing at her red-rimmed eyes, his voice was thick with compassion.

"Stop crying, okay? I won’t ask anymore."

"Mommy..."

Ethan Shaw’s body went completely still.

"Mommy, I miss you so much. After you left, I was so, so sad. You promised you’d always stay with me, didn’t you? How could you leave me all alone?"

Ethan Shaw lowered his gaze to her. He had seen Naomi Kenway brave and resolute, and he had seen her languid and untamed. This was the first time he had ever seen her so vulnerable. He felt as if a coarse rope had been looped around his heart and was slowly, painfully, being pulled tight.

He couldn’t resist lowering his head. Cupping her face in his hands, he began to place soft, delicate kisses on her cheeks, tasting the salt from her tears. He moved with a restrained tremor, carefully avoiding her lips.

Her tears were salty.

Naomi Kenway no longer knew what she was saying, her memories a chaotic mess from the alcohol. She remembered the year her mother died—Caleb Bishop had abandoned her without a second thought, and her once-happy family had been destroyed by Lorraine Warren and Jeanette Kensington. That year, she was irritable and wild, often going out with Chloe Murray to get blackout drunk at one bar after another.

The chandelier on the ceiling was bright and glaring. In her daze, Naomi felt as though she was back in that world of flashing lights and flowing drinks.

Her cheek tickled, as if brushed by a feather.

She forced her eyes open. ’Wow, this guy is gorgeous,’ she thought. ’Those double eyelids... that high-bridged nose... and those lips look so... kissable...’

"I can’t believe this bar has guys this handsome..."

She mumbled deliriously.

A vein throbbed on Ethan Shaw’s forehead. ’Which old flame is she reminiscing about now? Some guy from a bar?’

"Naomi Kenway..." Before he could finish, she sealed his lips with her own.

Even though it was just a simple press of her lips against his, Ethan Shaw felt as if he could hear his own heart pounding in his chest.

This fluttering in his chest wasn’t just because of the physical touch. It was because of the person in front of him—because of Naomi Kenway herself.

Naomi only knew that the man in front of her smelled really good, like a faint, pleasant men’s cologne.

She couldn’t resist leaning in closer, tentatively parting his lips.

Chloe Murray had told her that you only live once, so you should enjoy it and live however you want. Caleb Bishop was gone, but there would always be a next one. Anyone she found would be better than that scumbag Caleb Bishop.

Ethan Shaw was completely frozen. He gazed at her porcelain-white skin and thick eyelashes. He could see every part of her face with perfect clarity; they couldn’t be any closer.

His breathing grew heavy. The rage that had filled him was being diluted, inch by inch. He felt like he had fallen into a web of Naomi Kenway’s making, one from which he could never escape.

Naomi Kenway didn’t have much experience with kissing. She was acting purely on instinct. ’A guy this handsome? It would be a crime not to kiss him!’