When She Turns Her Back Novel

Chapter 414 Chapter 415 Naomi remembered telling Yolanda that she was scared of pain, and back then Andrew had comforted her, saying that Ms. Sullivan said giving birth was really painful and there would be a lot of blood, so she didn't want Naomi to go through it. But now, Yolanda was suddenly asking Naomi to have a baby. Naomi was puzzled by this. She gently stroked Yolanda's cheek and asked softly, "Yolanda, why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?" Yolanda shook Naomi's arm hard. "Miss Naomi, are you going to have a baby or not?

If you don't, I'll tell Dad that Uncle Andrew held your hand!" Hearing that, Naomi sighed helplessly and finally gave in. "Alright, I'll have a baby." But after agreeing, Naomi quickly added, "But Yolanda, even if I do have a baby, we have to wait until your dad and I are married first." Yolanda didn't pay attention to anything else, just Naomi's agreement. She hugged Naomi tightly, her voice full of excitement. "I knew you were the best, Miss Naomi!" Yolanda was overjoyed, but Naomi's smile faded.

'I don't know why, but I'm starting to really dislike this kid who isn't even related to me,' Naomi thought to herself, feeling the resentment grow inside her. Just outside the living room, Charles showed up at the doorway and caught Naomi talking to Yolanda. "But Yolanda, even if I do have a baby, we have to wait until your dad and I are married first," Naomi said. When Naomi brought up marriage, Charles didn't feel a thing-no excitement, no nerves, nothing.

If anything, he thought to himself, 'Honestly, I don't even want this.'" Once he finished his cigarette outside, Charles pushed open the living room door. Naomi was watching TV with Yolanda. When Naomi saw Charles at the door, she got up right away. "You're back?" Charles changed into his slippers and replied flatly, "Yeah." Naomi walked over, grabbed his bag for him, and said, "Andrew came by earlier, so we had dinner ahead of time." Charles was momentarily taken aback by her words. At that moment, Teresa suddenly came to his mind.

If it were her, she would never eat dinner before he got home. No matter what, she would always wait to eat together with him. No matter how late it was, she'd always wait for him. Plenty of times, he'd come home from working late, sometimes in the middle of the night, and Teresa would be sitting there with his dinner gone cold, just waiting for him. As soon as he walked in, she'd come over and fuss, asking if he was tired, if he was hungry, stuff like that. Back then, he just thought Teresa was nagging, but now, looking back, he kind of missed it.

When Charles didn't answer right away, Naomi asked gently, "Charles, did you have dinner yet?" Charles switched into his slippers, turned to Naomi, and replied, "Yeah, I ate." The truth was, he hadn't had a single bite. Tonight, though, he didn't have any appetite. ***** After dinner at the Sullivan Mansion, Yvonne ushered Teresa upstairs. After a quick wash-up, Teresa thought she'd read some of her textbooks for a bit before turning in. But no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't focus. So she gave up on reading and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

After a quick wash, she leaned on her crutches and made her way back to the window. Watching the snowflakes falling gently outside, she kinda wanted to step out for a walk. At that moment, Troy's promise echoed in Teresa's mind. He'd told her he'd come by to see her once he finished up with work. She glanced at the clock-it was almost ten, and still not a single message from Troy, nor had he come by. 'Maybe he's just caught up with work, Teresa mused. Teresa opened the window, figuring she'd make it easier for Troy to sneak in if he wanted.

'What if he tries to come in through the window again?' she thought to herself. She couldn't help but worry he might take a spill trying to climb in. With that in mind, she put a stool under the window, just in case he needed something to step on. What Teresa didn't notice was that while she was busy setting things up, someone had slipped in behind her without a sound. She set the stool in place, brushed off her hands like she'd just finished a job, and glanced at the window she'd left open for him. Teresa couldn't help but grin, feeling pretty pleased with herself.

Just then, someone leaned in close to her ear and a head popped up. "Is this your way of sneaking me in?" The voice was so casual and playful, Teresa didn't even have to look-she knew it was Troy. But when Troy suddenly spoke right next to her ear, Teresa nearly jumped out of her skin. She pressed a hand to her wildly beating heart, glaring at him with a mix of panic and annoyance. "You-how did you even get in here?" Her whole face turned bright red, like she'd just stuck her head in an oven. Troy caught her, flashing a cheeky grin. "What do you think?

I just strolled right in." Teresa narrowed her eyes at him. "My brother's downstairs. Did he really just let you walk in?" Troy leaned in closer, meeting her gaze with a playful smirk. "How about we go downstairs and ask Theodore together?" Teresa recoiled at the idea. "Absolutely not, count me out!" She leaned on her crutches and slowly shuffled back over to the bed. She made as if to lie down, but before she could, Troy reached out and caught her slender wrist. "Come on, let's go for a walk," he said, his voice full of mischief. Teresa felt her heart flutter at his words.

Noticing her reaction, Troy flashed a mischievous grin. "Let's go watch the snow together." Thinking of Theodore, Teresa hesitated. "Troy, if my brother sees us, he'll definitely say something to you." But Troy didn't give a damn. He grabbed Teresa's hand, cradled her in his arms, and headed straight downstairs. Teresa, worried about falling, hooked her arms around his neck. As he carried her down, Teresa couldn't help but remind him, "Troy, my brother really will say something to you.

Come on, put me down before he sees us." But Troy just brushed off her warnings like they didn't even register. As he carried her downstairs, Theodore and Yvonne were chatting in the living room. Teresa got nervous and instinctively hid her face in Troy's neck. The next moment, Troy called out over her head, "Theodore, Yvonne, I'm heading out with Teresa!" Yvonne called out, "Mr.

Hamilton, why don't you take a wheelchair for Teresa?" Troy replied with a grin, "Yvonne, you really do think of everything." It wasn't long before Yvonne brought over a brand-new wheelchair, and Troy bent down to help Teresa settle into it. After making sure Teresa was wrapped up in a blanket and had her gloves on, Troy started wheeling her out, ready to head outside.

But just then, Theodore Sullivan called out, "Don't stay out too late." Troy kept pushing the wheelchair toward the door and replied, "Got it, Big Bro." Once the two of them had left, Yvonne sat down beside Theodore with a sly smile. "So, why the sudden change of heart?" Theodore shot her a look. "Haven't you always been their biggest supporter?" Yvonne nodded confidently. "Theodore, trust me-I've got a good eye for people. Troy really is the kind of man you can spend your whole life with." Theodore didn't say anything back.

He got up, took Yvonne's hand, and grinned, "Let's head out and take a stroll ourselves." Meanwhile, Troy wheeled Teresa outside. The snow had already piled up, and the flower beds along the street were covered in a thick blanket of white. Even though it was freezing, the street was packed with people. The whole place had that warm, everyday neighborhood vibe, and with the snow falling, it all felt unexpectedly beautiful. Thinking about how Theodore acted just now, Teresa honestly wasn't sure if she should be happy or annoyed.

Back when she was marrying Charles, Theodore was against it no matter what. But now, he actually seemed okay with Troy. "What did you say to my brother?" Teresa couldn't help but ask, her confusion written all over her face. "What?" Troy played dumb, even though he'd heard her perfectly. He locked the wheelchair, came around in front of her, and crouched down so they were eye to eye. His gaze was nothing but gentle. Teresa fixed her gaze on him, looking all serious.

"Seriously, how did you get my brother to agree to this?" The snow was falling thick and fast, and Teresa had a scarf snug around her neck. Her hair framed her face so softly, making her cheeks look extra tiny, and those big round eyes made her look just plain adorable. Troy couldn't help but grab her chilly little hand, warming her palm with his breath. He flashed her a gentle, playful smile and said, "When someone really loves you, they'll move mountains to make things work. So stop worrying about all that.

All you need to know is, there's one more person out there who loves you-and that's me." Teresa's eyes welled up with tears. She bit her lip, trying not to choke up. She knew it-she was helplessly falling for him all over again. Honestly, with Troy being like this, how could she not be moved? 田 AD Comment Send gift No Ads Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.