My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos)

Chapter 1145

Eddison was astounded. Just when he was about to tell the truth, Rachel, who was beside him,

answered her first.

"Yes, we did it this morning."

"That's good! May the two of you have an everlasting marriage. Eddison, take good care of Rachel

when you two are staying abroad."

"Okay!"

After that, Clint sent them to the airport and they left Rosaville City.

After seeing Eddison off, Naomi went straight to Rosaville Prison. Eudora was right. Avoiding the

problem was not a solution.

It would be better for her to face him squarely, and then move on.

It was the first time for Naomi to meet Nelson since she left Rosaville City.

Unlike his former debonair appearance, he looked much more haggard at the moment. The warden

told her that he hadn't eaten anything for several days.

It was said that his mother, Tiffany had passed away recently. He was utterly devastated by the loss.

During her visit, she looked at him quietly.

"Long time no see!"

She was the first to speak.

He replied in a hoarse voice, "It's really been a long time since we last met."

Then, both of them were silent. Naomi had no idea what to say at the moment.

At last, she tried to console him, "I've reflected on the past occurrences. Back in the day, you did

commit certain wrongdoings, but they're all over now. I've learnt that you also tried your best. It's just

that things didn't go your way, therefore you should not despair."

Upon hearing that, a ray of hope suddenly flashed across Nelson's eyes.

"Are you willing to forgive me?"

Forgiveness was not easy.

His question startled her. She didn't seem to be able to forgive him. Back then, he had not only hurt

her, but also her family.

To her, her family and her parents were more important than anything else.

"I just don't want to care about all this anymore."

Her answer was indifferent.

The glimmer of hope in his eyes vanished in an instant.

Refusing to acknowledge the time they spent together was crueler than to hate him.

He would feel better if she were to say that she hated him or she would not forgive him for the rest of

her life.

Doing so would be more acceptable for him, even if she became hysterical and shouted at him. That

way, it would mean that perhaps he was still in her heart.

However, she had chosen the cruelest option, which was to disregard everything they had gone

through together.

She had resolved to let the memories of their past to fade and to treat him as a passerby. It meant that

no trace of him was left in her life.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Naomi asked him.

"Are you all right?"

Nelson shook his head, and then he raised his head to look at her again.

"Let's call it a day. Goodbye!"

After that, before Naomi could say anything, he had already turned around and left.

After he left dejectedly, she slowly opened her hand, and a trail of blood appeared. It turned out that

she clenched her fist so hard that her fingers had sunk into her flesh.

She had been trying so hard to feign indifference just then.

Perhaps, it was the best ending for them.

• • •

Naomi walked out of the prison in a daze. She had only taken a few steps before she bumped into a

man.

She reflexively stepped back and apologised.

"I'm sorry, I-"

The man held her by the shoulders as he said, "Naomi, what are you doing? Why are you walking in

the middle of the street without paying attention to your surroundings?"

It was a familiar voice, with a note of egotism and concern in it.

Who else could it belong to other than Culver?

It took Naomi a few seconds to come to her senses.

Why was Culver in front of her?

Naomi glared at him and asked, "Are you following me?"

Culver answered, "What do you mean by 'following'? I'm just concerned about you. I was afraid that

something bad might have happened to you, so when I saw that you weren't around your house, I went

after you to take a look."

"Then, it's obvious that you followed me!" Naomi was infuriated. She struck him with her handbag

instantly.

Strangely, Culver did not dodge her attack. Instead, he simply let her hit him.

After a few hits, Naomi suddenly realized something.

"Have you found out about my identity?"

Her interpretation was logical.

He had already located her house, hence he must know who she was.

She had forgotten that he was an unruly man. He might have used his own methods to investigate her Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

background, and then followed her to where they were at the moment.

She thought that she could keep her identity from him.

She realized that she had been too naive.

Culver nodded and said, "Well, you're Naomi George! Who else could you be?" "Quit beating around

the bush! Do you know that

I'm from the Granger family?"

Culver nodded again, saying, "Ah, yes! Your father is Amos Granger, right?"

He spoke nonchalantly, and he didn't look surprised at all.

Naomi was at a loss for words.

Culver was such a wayward man. He had a nonchalant attitude, and he seemed to be convinced that

he was the most awesome person in the world.

The Granger family probably meant nothing to him.

If she continued to ask him questions, he would probably say something like the following sentences.

"What's so special about the Granger family? Are you more powerful than I am? Forget it, I don't care!"

Naomi turned around and was about to leave, but Culver stopped her by grabbing her hand.

Naomi was taken aback. He was being perverse again.

The most important thing was that she was touched upon hearing his words.

Amos and Eudora had respected Eddison's and her choices since they were young, and they had not

exposed them too much to the media.

However, with such an identity, the people around her were used to treating her differently.

They regarded her as the eldest daughter of the Granger family and as Amos's daughter, but they had

never regarded her as just herself, Naomi George.

Culver was the first one to do that.

Ironically, those heart-warming words had come from a person whom she had always disliked.

She expressed her gratitude.

"Thank you!"

Culver was discomfited by her sudden gentleness.

"Well, you don't need to thank me. Hurry up and settle your affairs, then come back and cook for me

instead!"

Naomi was rendered speechless.

"So, you came all the way here just to ask me to cook for you, didn't you?"

She had felt so touched that she almost thought that he could become one of her close friends.

"I'm sorry, there are still some issues in my family that haven't been handled yet. Can I go back

tomorrow?"

In fact, there was nothing that Naomi hadn't taken care of. It was just that she was in a melancholy

mood at the moment. Thus, she didn't want to see him.

Culver exposed her mercilessly while pointing at the direction of Rosaville Prison, asking, "Is it because

of the person inside? Who is that person?"

Naomi sneered, "Didn't you look into me? How come you don't know who's inside there?"

"Help me investigate-"

Taking a deep breath, Naomi pursed her lips and said, "Wait! Let's go!"

Who was locked up in there?