The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show Chapter 365 - 364: I’m Quite Happy at Home by Myself, Too

"A love song?" Rhys Quinn murmured those two words, his fair face suddenly flushing red. "No, it’s not. What are you talking about?"

"Was I wrong?" Naomi Kenway smiled nonchalantly. "It’s very beautiful." She gave him a thumbs-up in praise.

Rhys Quinn lowered his head, his eyes downcast, and said nothing. He looked extrely awkward.

Rhys Quinn wasn’t old, but he carried himself with a mature, serious air. It was rare for Naomi to catch a glimpse of such awkwardness and shyness on his face, and for so reason, she found it fascinating.

Rhys looked so lovestruck and bashful. Not wanting to embarrass him by pointing it out, Naomi changed the subject. "So, what now? Is there anything else you need my help with?"

Rhys Quinn’s mind was a ss. The mont she’d called him out, his heart had started pounding. ’I’m pathetic,’ he cursed himself internally. ’I already decided to cut off these improper fantasies, so why...?’

He frowned deeply, a hint of lancholy on his face.

"What’s wrong? Why the long face all of a sudden?"

At the sound of Naomi Kenway’s voice, Rhys Quinn’s expression suddenly turned cold for so reason. He reverted to his initial aloof and detached deanor, only even icier than before.

"I’m fine. You can go take care of your own things now."

Watching Naomi Kenway’s retreating figure, Rhys Quinn felt a rare pang of regret. ’Was my tone too harsh? This is my problem, how could I take it out on her?’

Looking at the sheet music where he had jotted down his inspiration, Rhys Quinn’s brow furrowed deeply. He repeatedly crumpled the paper in his hands but couldn’t bring himself to tear it up.

Rhys Quinn’s manager walked in to check on his progress. "The song is already perfect. We don’t need to keep changing it. My dear boy, do you have any idea how much money it costs to change the intro?"

As he got closer, he realized sothing was wrong and quickly snatched the sheet music from Rhys’s hand. "Hey, what are you doing?" He fretfully unfolded the sheet music, smoothing it out again and again. "Why would you crumple up a perfectly good score like this? Every single note on here is your blood, sweat, and tears. Honestly..."

"It’s a discarded draft."

"Oh, so it’s a discarded draft." The manager folded the sheet music and started to put it in his pocket. "Even a discarded draft is your hard work. Instead of letting it end up in the trash, let keep it as a nto."

"Wait."

"Give it back." Rhys Quinn looked at his confused manager, seeming extrely embarrassed, but he still spoke up. "It’s not a discarded draft."

The manager took the sheet music from his pocket, unfolded it, and placed it in Rhys Quinn’s hand. "You’d better hold on to it this ti. What’s with the sudden change of heart? This isn’t like you."

Rhys Quinn was usually very picky, discarding many compositions during his creative process. If he said he didn’t like sothing, he’d toss it without a second thought. When had he ever been this conflicted?

Rhys Quinn’s expression was complicated, and his words utterly baffled his manager:

"It’s perfect. I’m the one who’s not."

*

After finishing the shoot, Naomi Kenway went ho. The music video was supposed to wrap up today, but Rhys Quinn had made a last-minute change to the song. This ant they had to re-record the intro, which would take another full day.

Ethan Shaw was ho unusually early today. He was sitting on the downstairs sofa, handling work on a tablet, while Ian Shaw sat barefoot on a nearby rug, fiddling with so toys.

Hearing footsteps, Ian imdiately ran over. He was surprisingly fast even with bare feet. Naomi Kenway hurried forward to catch him. "Why did you run over without your shoes on?"

"I was so happy to see Mommy, I couldn’t help it."

He looked a little shy, but Naomi Kenway’s heart blood with joy at his words.

Ethan Shaw walked over as well. For so reason, Naomi felt he looked a bit resentful, but his expression returned to normal in an instant. "Did you have fun filming the music video?"

Naomi Kenway was taken aback for a mont. Other people always asked if things went smoothly; only Ethan Shaw asked if she had fun.

"It was fine. Why?"

"It’s nothing. As long as you had fun. I had a great ti here all by myself at ho, too."

This ti, Naomi Kenway picked up on the sarcastic, jealous undertones in Ethan Shaw’s words. She was about to say sothing, but he continued, "Dinner is ready. I’ll take Ian. You go wash your hands and get ready to eat."

During dinner, Naomi noticed that many of the dishes on the table had been made by Ethan. She tried a bite and it tasted great; Ethan’s progress was incredibly fast. She was about to praise him but saw that he seed lost in thought, so she didn’t disturb him and instead turned to peel two shrimp for Ian.

After dinner, Naomi noticed that Ethan Shaw’s mood seed to have soured even more.

Their relationship now seed to be back to normal, yet it was also very awkward. Because of their previous conversation, they were always a bit hesitant around each other. Naomi wanted to ask him what was wrong, but for so reason, she suppressed the thought and focused all her attention on the TV show in front of her.

She stared at the spectacular fight scenes, but her mind began to wander.

An hour later, Naomi Kenway took Ian upstairs to bed. This ti, Ethan Shaw was the one to tell the bedti story.

Although he still sounded formal and serious when telling stories, he had improved considerably after practicing so much lately. Ian listened to the story, asked two questions, and then fell sound asleep.

After closing the door to Ian’s bedroom, Naomi heard Ethan Shaw’s voice. "Want to dance?"

"What?"

For a mont, Naomi Kenway thought she was hearing things.

She rembered how Ethan Shaw had danced to "Two Tigers" with them at Ian’s kindergarten event, and how sour his expression had been afterward.

Ethan Shaw was very good at ballroom dancing, but *only* the kind of ballroom dancing done at business functions. He seed to have a strong aversion to all other styles of dance.

"Don’t you like to dance?"

Naomi Kenway smiled in understanding. "Oh, so you want to practice dancing with . Don’t worry, I’m already very familiar with the choreography for the music video. Besides, I rember... you don’t seem to like dancing very much. You don’t have to do sothing you don’t like just for ."

*

Liam Sherman thought his boss had lost his mind. Out of the blue, he wanted to hire a private dance instructor, specifically requesting a man because, he said, he was afraid of his wife getting the wrong idea.

Liam Sherman didn’t understand this at all. Out of respect for their many years of working together, he offered a rare piece of advice:

"President Shaw, dancing requires a foundation. My daughter is taking dance lessons right now, and so of the moves are very difficult. It’s easier for kids to build flexibility, but for adults, it’s a bit..."

Ethan Shaw seed completely unfazed. "Find a male dance teacher. But he can’t be too handso."

Hearing this, Liam Sherman gave Ethan Shaw a bewildered look.

"What’s with that look? My wife loves to dance. I’m worried she’ll be attracted to soone else, especially soone handso..."

Thinking about the news he’d scrolled past two days ago, Ethan Shaw felt utterly depressed.

The surprise in Liam Sherman’s eyes deepened.