The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show Chapter 226: My Cousin Definitely Wants a Second Child

"Completely naked?"

"He was wearing pants."

"Oh, so he was just showing off his abs..."

Naomi Kenway realized she wasn’t going to get the information she wanted from Luke Lowell and couldn’t be bothered to continue the conversation.

She turned to leave, but heard Luke Lowell call out from behind her:

"Wait, Sis-in-law!"

Naomi Kenway turned back. Luke Lowell paused in thought for a mont before saying seriously, "This situation you’re describing... I’ve honestly never encountered it. My cousin definitely doesn’t have any weird quirks, you can rest assured on that. Not only does he not have any..."

Luke Lowell recalled, "My cousin and I grew up together, and I really never thought the word ’exposure’ would one day be associated with him. He’s the sa as when we were kids—always the stoic type, buttoning his shirt to the very top, completely buttoned-up."

Naomi Kenway grew even more confused. "Then maybe it’s a recent change."

"Not at all. As far as I know, my cousin still maintains his cold, overbearing CEO persona in public. He’s not at all as... flashy... ahem, as casual as you describe. I hang out with him often, and he’s perfectly normal. So, I think..." Luke Lowell cupped his chin, looking like a detective on a case.

A teasing glint appeared in his eyes. "Generally speaking, when soone displays their charms like a peacock spreading its tail, isn’t that a mating ritual? Let’s make a reasonable deduction here: my cousin must want a second child! Yes, he definitely wants to have a second child with you, Sis-in-law!"

At first, Naomi Kenway found the idea utterly ridiculous, but then the image of those firm, well-defined abs flashed through her mind, and her face grew hot for no reason.

Luke Lowell’s eyes were like radar. "Ooh, is sothing going on?"

Naomi Kenway turned away. "Nothing is going on, and there’s no second child. You can just stand here and enjoy the breeze by yourself."

Luke Lowell watched Naomi Kenway’s retreating back, quite certain that her temper had truly improved a lot. And you know, being like this actually made Naomi seem quite approachable.

Naomi Kenway walked toward the private room. When she pushed open the door, she found Clentine Coleman’s eyes glued to her, only to quickly dart away. Clentine then picked up the orange juice on the table and took a sip. After savoring it for a mont, she felt sothing was off. "What is this?"

"That’s mango juice, Clentine. Why are you drinking my drink? Isn’t your glass on your right?"

"Mango juice?!"

A few minutes later, Clentine Coleman was rushed to the hospital due to a mango allergy.

The dinner party was forced to end early. Soon after, Clentine Coleman’s agent sent a ssage in the work group chat, saying that Clentine was fine and could resu filming after two days of rest. The agent also thanked the cast and crew for taking care of her.

*

The crew’s dinner party ended rather late. Ruby Preston was worried about Naomi Kenway and was about to find her so they could go ho together when she heard from the hotel’s front desk that Naomi had already been picked up, apparently by her husband.

The assistant director next to her comnted, "It seems Ms. Kenway and her husband are very much in love. They have a very harmonious relationship!"

Ruby Preston paused for a mont before nodding. She had often heard rumors in the industry that Naomi Kenway and her husband didn’t get along. Ruby had even assud that his "accidental appearance" on cara a while back was a publicity stunt. She never expected...

anwhile, Naomi Kenway was already in the car. Liam Sherman wasn’t there this ti; Ethan Shaw had co to drive himself.

Just as she was about to buckle her seatbelt, another large, well-defined hand beat her to it. There was a faint click as the buckle fastened.

Naomi Kenway said, "Oh, thanks..."

The words had barely left her mouth when she sharply held her breath. Ethan Shaw hadn’t moved away. He remained turned toward her, his handso face suddenly leaning in until it was barely a centiter away. His sharp nose grazed her cheek and neck as he inhaled.

Naomi Kenway didn’t dare to move. "What are you doing, Ethan Shaw?"

Ethan Shaw had already pulled back, his voice laced with a hint of pleasure. "I see you didn’t drink carelessly this ti."

Naomi Kenway felt a strange sense of embarrassnt. "Last ti was just an accident."

"But the accident still happened, didn’t it? You were completely wasted. It’s too dangerous, Nina."

His voice wasn’t accusatory; it was actually soft and gentle.

Naomi Kenway was a little stunned and didn’t know how to respond.

"I won’t take away your freedom to drink, but it’s best if I’m with you. You’re too dangerous when you’re drunk..."

A dark, profound look flashed in his eyes.

Seeing him bring it up again, Naomi Kenway apologized sincerely. "I’m sorry. I went against your wishes... I’ll control myself in the future. I won’t get drunk and ambush you again."

"How are you going to compensate ?"

"What?"

Ethan Shaw glanced at her, tilting his head slightly. His beautiful eyes seed to hold only her. "I’m saying, since you’ve apologized, shouldn’t there be so compensation?"

"What kind of compensation do you want?" Naomi Kenway asked, wondering what she could possibly offer Ethan Shaw.

"I heard you say you’re taking Ian to the amusent park the day after tomorrow. Take with you."

"That’s it?"

"That’s it."

"Okay," Naomi Kenway agreed imdiately. "But since when are you so interested in amusent parks?"

Ethan Shaw lowered his gaze slightly. "...It’s a rare opportunity for a family outing. I think Ian will be very happy. Don’t you agree?"

Naomi Kenway nodded. "That makes sense."

*

Clentine Coleman stayed in the hospital for a few days. Although the check-up showed no issues and she could have been discharged to go ho and apply ointnt, her mother insisted that she rest properly, saying she could only go ho once her body had fully recovered.

Mrs. Clentine Coleman was in her forties but looked very well-maintained. Sitting by the hospital bed peeling an apple for Clentine, she brought up, as if by chance, "Your father knows quite a few talented young n. He should introduce you to so of them another day."

"I’m not starting a business. What would I need to et them for?"

"You..." Mrs. Clentine Coleman was exasperated. "You’re already in your twenties. You should date for a few years, then settle down and get married. You’re so naive, I’m genuinely afraid you’ll be cheated out of everything by soone out there."

"I’m not interested in marriage. I’m fine just the way I am, doing whatever I want." She slapped her thigh as inspiration struck. "You’re always afraid I’ll be deceived and end up like a forsaken wife waiting eighteen years in a cold kiln. Well, if I don’t get married, problem solved! You’ll never have to worry about being deceived again!"

Mrs. Clentine Coleman’s lips twitched. "That’s what you think now, but what if you regret it later?" Her eyes held a trace of worry. "Your father, your mother, and your brother... we can’t be with you forever."

"How can a rich person be lonely? When I’m old, I’ll just hire two handso boy toys to wait on hand and foot at my bedside every day."

Mrs. Clentine Coleman found her daughter completely unreasonable. Seeing Clentine’s carefree attitude, she didn’t know what to say and could only change the subject for the ti being. "How did you end up eating mangoes anyway? Weren’t the last few hospital trips morable enough for you?"

Mrs. Clentine Coleman reached out and affectionately tapped Clentine’s nose. "You only rember the treat, never the punishnt."

"Hmph." Clentine put her hands on her hips. "There was a reason this ti! I drank that mango juice without realizing it."