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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.