Daddy’s Doting Addiction

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Jack turned to face Naomi with a confused expression. He had actually fallen asleep earlier. Since he was 17, Jack had trouble falling asleep if someone else was in the room, let alone in his bed. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Why was Naomi always the exception? Who was this kid?

The next day, the morning sun shone through the blinds and caressed Naomi‘s long lashes. “Mmm... Hot cross buns,” Naomi drawled as she smacked her lips. She threw her arms around the person next to her and intimately rubbed her leg against his. Hold on! Who was she hugging? “Are you done?” Naomi heard a chilling voice from the top of her head and snapped out of her dreams! Her eyes shot open as she lifted her head, and her mind was blown. God! Why was she hugging this old geezer?! Not only that, her leg was resting right on top of his thigh... “I–I... I didn‘t mean to!” Naomi stammered as she frantically backed away from Jack. “I‘m just used to hugging something when I sleep. I have no ulterior motives against you. Don‘t misunderstand...” “Shut up!” Jack snapped as he fired an icy glare at Naomi.

Naomi‘s hands shot up to cover her mouth. Jack quietly drew back his gaze and headed towards the bathroom. A sullen gloom had washed over his entire face.

His grandfather had indeed given him an unexpected ‘midnight snack‘ the night before! Naomi did not put her hands down until the bathroom door closed behind Jack and she heard the sound of the shower. Then, she sat up straight on the bed.

She could not believe she saw it. Of course, it was through his bathrobe, but she definitely saw

it!

A wave of shameful thoughts filled her mind in an instant. She did not pull herself together until after her face had gone through a series of different embarrassed expressions. She decided to act as if she saw

nothing! Naomi took a deep breath. She then got out of bed and rushed towards the bathroom in the next room.

That morning at the Hough Mansion was a tranquil one.

Jack and Naomi walked down the stairs one after the other for breakfast. Naomi kept her mouth shut as she stared at Jack‘s back in front of her.

“Good morning! Did you both sleep well last night?” Old Mister Hough asked the couple enthusiastically.

Jack shot an annoyed glare at his grandfather and said, “I would have slept better if it weren‘t for that ‘midnight snack‘ you prepared for me.” “Huh? Midnight snack? What are you talking about? Smith, we‘re ready for breakfast!” Old Mister Hough feigned ignorance. He was a busy man, and he knew nothing. Naomi took the seat furthest away from Jack and absent–mindedly ate her breakfast. Would she have to sleep in the same bed as Jack from now on? No way! She had to come up with something. Before she could figure something out, Old Mister Hough cleared his throat and pulled out a pair of amusement park tickets. “It won‘t be long until my next surgery. The doctor says that I can‘t go to the amusement park in my condition. I really wanted to go, so the both of you should go in my stead. Let me live vicariously through you. Make sure to take lots of pictures!” Jack sneered at the tickets, then at his grandfather. “Since when did you like going to amusement parks?” Old Mister Hough was worried that his plan would fall through, so he immediately began his guilt–tripping performance. “I won‘t be around for much longer. Can‘t you grant this dying, old man one simple wish?” he cried as he managed to squeeze out a few drops of tears. “Alright, alright. Don‘t cry. We‘ll go, okay?” Naomi was the first to give in. She never liked seeing elders cry. Old Mister Hough was overjoyed, but he continued to gaze pitifully at Naomi. Jack clenched his jaw as his expression filled with annoyance, but in the end...