The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show

Chapter 456 - 458: Reward

"Oh, so you care less and less about me now. You got gifts for Mom and Ian, but nothing for me."

His hand froze, and he seemed to be genuinely mulling it over. "No wonder they say you don’t appreciate what you have once you’ve got it. So it’s true."

Naomi laughed, amused. "Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. I already got you a gift. I remember that you love the pastries from Warren’s Pastries, so I bought some for you. Do you want to try one now?"

Ethan nodded.

Naomi brought the pastries over. "I had the housekeeper keep them warm, so they should still be hot. Try one and see if you like it."

Ethan opened the box, took out a piece, and held it to Naomi’s lips. "You try it."

Naomi took a bite. "It’s sweet, but not cloying."

Ethan popped the remaining half of the pastry into his own mouth. "It really is sweet."

Feeding each other one bite at a time, they quickly finished nearly half the box of pastries.

When Ethan offered her another piece, Naomi shook her head. "I don’t want any more. I just had dinner, and this is already more than enough for a late-night snack. Any more and it’ll be too much."

"Then we’ll stop."

"You brought me my favorite pastries. Tell me, how should I reward you?"

"How do *you* want to reward me?"

Just like that, Ethan lifted Naomi into his arms. One of his hands supported her waist, while the other cupped her bottom.

"Let’s go take a shower."

"No way! I’m not showering with you!"

Every time they showered together, Ethan couldn’t help but get handsy, and Naomi was starting to develop a complex about it.

"It’s been over half a month. You’ve been busy working on set this whole time. Don’t you feel sorry for me?"

Naomi thought about how busy she had been recently and how little time she had spent with Ethan. In the end, she gave in and let him have his way.

Sure enough, halfway through the shower, Ethan started getting frisky again.

Naomi hissed, covering her body. "Didn’t you say you were going to reward *me*? Is this a reward for me or for you?"

"A reward for both of us, how about that?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, yet impossibly sexy.

Facing his onslaught of kisses, Naomi couldn’t hold out. As she grew dizzy from his lips, she suddenly remembered something.

"No, you’re not wearing... Hurry up and put it on..."

"Put what on?"

Flustered and annoyed, Naomi gave him a shove. "What do you think?"

Ethan chuckled and, taking her hand, placed a gentle kiss on it. "We’re all out. I can’t."

Naomi was instantly wide awake. "Then no."

Ethan wrapped his arms around Naomi’s waist, kissing her cheeks repeatedly. "Where are you going? You’d really leave me hanging like this?"

He deliberately whispered and panted in her ear, "Where are you going? I’m in agony... I’m so hot. Don’t you want to feel, Nina...?"

Naomi’s ears turned even redder. In the past, she would have long since given in, but this was a line she wouldn’t cross. ’No. We can’t have another child. Ian is still... In any case, I don’t want a second child. Didn’t we talk about this before?’

"There won’t be a second child." Ethan took Naomi’s hand and guided it to his chest.

"How can you guarantee that? What if..." Naomi blushed. "Anyway, if you don’t wear one, it’s not happening."

Seeing Naomi about to get up, Ethan smiled and held her by the waist. "Don’t be in such a hurry to leave. Let me explain..."

"I’m not taking birth control pills."

"How could I let you take birth control pills? That stuff is so bad for your body," Ethan said. "I had a vasectomy a while ago."

"You... why didn’t you discuss it with me?" Naomi asked tentatively. "Did it hurt?"

A smile flickered in Ethan’s eyes. "It didn’t hurt. I imagine giving birth to Ian was countless times more painful than this. It’s just a vasectomy; it doesn’t change anything. Besides..." He paused. "Those things are really uncomfortable to wear. Now we don’t need them anymore. I much prefer being with you... with no distance between us."

"You... Ethan, why are you being so..."

"So what?"

"You’re being so... blunt. It’s not like you."

"Not like me? Let me give you a proper demonstration."

*

After a night of exertion, Naomi, for once, didn’t feel exhausted. When she woke up, she found Ethan massaging her.

"You’re awake?" Ethan noticed her eyes had opened. "Here, lift your arm a little."

Naomi did as he said. "HISS... I have to say, your massages are getting more and more professional."

"Do you like it?"

"I do."

"Then we’ll continue tonight."

Only then did Naomi realize what he meant. "Ethan, you’re becoming more and more of a pervert! No, a sex-starved demon!"

Ethan laughed out loud. "Is that right? Is that the image you have of me now? If I were really a sex-starved demon, I’d be clinging to you all day, not letting you go to work."

As he spoke, he slowly and deliberately undid his tie. "Perfect. Let’s both just skip work today."

*

"Jackson Kensington, get out here. You have a visitor."

Jackson Kensington, in shackles, entered the visitation room. He was hunched over and much thinner, as if he had aged a decade overnight. His once well-maintained face was now covered in wrinkles.

Staring at the gray-haired man before her, Naomi almost didn’t recognize him as her scumbag father—the tyrant at home, the domestic abuser.

She didn’t feel the slightest bit of pity. Instead, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled her to the core.

After picking Ian up from school, she had come here on a strange whim.

She knew Jackson Kensington was not doing well. She’d heard he was often bullied in prison because his crimes were so vile and despicable that even the other inmates looked down on him and frequently beat him.

Hearing this had only made Naomi feel even more gratified. She never got the chance to beat Jackson Kensington senseless herself, but thankfully, someone else was doing it for her.

Jackson Kensington was also stunned when he saw Naomi. The anger seemed to have vanished from his eyes. He just hung his head, looking as if he didn’t know how to face her.

"Have you... been doing well lately?"

Jackson Kensington was the first to speak.

Naomi hadn’t expected him to ask such a question. "What is this? A father’s belated love? Don’t disgust me. You don’t deserve it. The way I see it, you’ve lost your backing and now you want me to get you out of prison. You’re dreaming!"

Jackson Kensington kept his head slightly lowered. For once, he didn’t erupt in anger as he usually would have.

"Jeanette Kensington is dead. Your favorite daughter is dead, did you know?"

Jackson Kensington froze for a moment, then retorted, "She wasn’t my daughter! She was the child Lorraine Warren had with another man in her affair!"

Naomi could hear the bitterness in his tone and knew that even without a blood connection, he still had feelings for Jeanette.

Naomi couldn’t be bothered to argue the point with him. "I heard you get beaten up a lot in prison. That puts my mind at ease. I wonder, do you remember how you used to beat me when I was a child?"