Chasing His Runaway Wife by Jamie Stones

Chapter 20

The office quietened down but Malcolm felt even more agitated.

He would have preferred it if Saul had checked wrongly instead.

However, Tabitha’s bloodied image kept recurring in his mind and he could not pretend like nothing

happened.

He tugged at his tie and went to meet Naomi.

With Malcolm coming over so early, Naomi felt a little uneasy.

Sylvie had contacted her secretly about how Malcolm’s assistant Saul had already investigated what

happened at the Four Seasons Bar that night.

Naomi knew Malcolm would more or less be suspicious of her by now and she was growing anxious.

Yet, when she thought of her detailed plan, she began to calm down a little, deciding that the plan was

foolproof and all that she had to do now was wait for things to settle down.

As usual, she showed him her usual pleasant smile. “Malcolm, what are you doing here?”

Malcolm stared at her for a long time before he smiled and said, “Nothing is going on in the company,

so I just wanted to come over and see you.”

“You’re so thoughtful,” she replied.

Naomi acted as if nothing had happened. She walked to Malcolm and hugged his arm, acting coyly to

him and even pouring him some coffee. After that, she kept listening to prenatal music.

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Full of love and gentleness, she even discussed with Malcolm what they should name the baby and

how they were going to bring it up to be a respectful kid with good manners…

Before noon fell, Naomi had already begun to feel quite tired.

“Malcolm, I keep feeling like my body is getting weaker and weaker after

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getting pregnant. I need to get some rest,” she complained.

“Well, you should go to sleep then,” he suggested.

“Malcolm, I feel so lucky to have you around.” After saying that, Naomi held Malcolm’s hand and slowly

fell asleep.

Malcolm looked down at her. While she was sleeping, she looked so peaceful, innocent, and delicate.

He began to wonder if he was overthinking.

When he remembered how she said that her body had grown weaker after the pregnancy, he sighed.

He had put aside his thoughts regarding Tabitha and was prepared to leave a phone number for

Naomi.

It was the contact number of an elite nutritionist. That was someone who ordinary people could not get

in touch with at all. If one didn’t have some connections, it did not matter how much money one had;

one still could not set up an appointment with the nutritionist.

Malcolm picked up Naomi’s phone and was just about to type in the nutritionist’s number when he

accidentally clicked on the messages that popped up instead.

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An irritating line of words simply came into view: [The flowers you planted are very beautiful. I like them

very much. Thank you.]

There was also a picture attached at the bottom of the message. The date below indicated that it was

sent yesterday afternoon and that the recipient was Tabitha.

Malcolm could only feel his fingers freeze. Slowly, he turned around to look at Naomi’s serene face.

Yesterday when Naomi received the tulips, she still wore a look of delight when she asked, “Who

planted these tulips?”

At that realization, the feeling of pity in his heart disappeared in an instant. He only found the sight of

Naomi glaring now.

With Malcolm around, Naomi did not dare to sleep too deeply. Soon after, she woke up again.

“Malcolm, you’re still here…” she said.

She was about to act coquettishly again when she heard Malcolm ask, “Are you hiding something from

me?”

Naomi’s heart skipped a beat and she acted like she was at a loss. “What?”

“By chance, just as I was taking a look, there were a few text messages that popped up in your phone

just now. They seemed to be related to cash loans,” he tested.

As Malcolm spoke, he studied her quietly, not missing an inch of expression from her face.

Naomi looked down. She suppressed the panic that flashed through her and quickly thought of a way

to respond appropriately.

‘Did he actually look through my phone just now? Did he find out something?’ she wondered.

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Helplessly, she answered, “I don’t know what’s going on these days. I keep getting these strange

messages.”

“What is the password? Let me see it.” It turned out that Malcolm had not unlocked her phone yet.

Subtly, Naomi let out a sigh of relief. She put on a facade of trust as she told Malcolm her lock screen

password. Unbeknownst to her, Malcolm had caught every slight change in her expression. He could

not help but find it all somewhat complicated.

He suddenly realized that Naomi was not as innocent as she appeared.

Malcolm just took a dismissive glance at the spam message and did not

comment.

“There’s a very important company meeting soon. I need to go,” he

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claimed.

Naomi turned pale with fright. ‘Why is it that I wake up from my nap and now Malcolm seems like an

entirely different person?’ she pondered.

She could not decipher whether or not Malcolm had seen that text so she hurriedly put on a coat and

chased behind him. She kept following behind until she sent him downstairs.

She tugged at the corner of his shirt and asked sweetly, “Malcolm, how about you come over and stay

with me tonight?”

Malcolm looked at her and his eyes darkened. “Tabitha is out of the hospital,” he stated.

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“She has so many housekeepers around her to take care of her but I have nothing.” Saying that, Naomi

seemed aggrieved. “Malcolm, you’re all I have.”

Naomi was pregnant and could not get acknowledged with an official title because she was not

Malcolm’s wife, so inevitably, she would find the

situation unfair.

Although Malcolm was unhappy, upon remembering that she saved him when they were younger, he

was grateful and thus did not choose to expose her or blame her for what she did.

“When I get back, I’ll ask my assistant to find a housekeeper for you and take care of your meals,” he

promised.

In the end, he still did not arrange an appointment for Naomi with that elite nutritionist.

Seeing that Malcolm seemed to have lowered his guard, Naomi could fully feel reassured. In a lowered

voice, she pleaded, “Malcolm, please don’t leave me. Me and the baby only have you.”

Malcolm nodded slightly and turned to get into the car. In his heart, he could not help but feel

overwhelmed with disappointment.

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