My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos) novel Chapter 958

"Cutie Pie!" Naomi shouted. It was only then that Benedict returned to his senses and chased after her, calling, "I'm coming!"

Naomi raised her voice while placing an order as she entered with an empty stomach.

"Beer, tacos, nachos, I'll take them all!"

The shopkeeper had already known them quite well and quickly replied, "Sure, please hold on!"

A while later, Naomi finally managed to indulge in tacos and beer.

She mumbled, "I guess my palate really does suit street food!"

Benedict overheard her. He paused for a moment before asking, "Did you have some French cuisine just now? Don't you dislike that the most?"

Naomi was stunned and quickly brushed him off, "It's actually not a big deal to occasionally switch to other flavours for a change!"

Benedict picked up a glass of beer and said metaphorically, "I guess the usual is better than trying out new things, aren't I right?"

This time, Naomi didn't answer him. Instead, she snatched the glass of beer from Benedict's hand.

"Kids shouldn't drink beer."

Benedict pursed his lips and grumbled, "I'm already sixteen! I'm no longer a teenager who needs to be supervised."

Naomi was baffled at his statement, "Since when were you sixteen?"

"Including the ten months in my mother's tummy, then why not?"

Naomi was lost for words. She snapped, "Shut up! That's not the way to count it. Anyways, you're not allowed to drink because I said so! Brats like you shouldn't follow my example of drinking beer!" They enjoyed their food and left the store, absolutely satiated and satisfied.

Naomi couldn't help but whistle, "That was amazing!"

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly sprained her ankle. She cried, "Ouch!"

Benedict held her up and said, "Wow! You're wearing high heels? You deserved it!"

Naomi gritted her teeth and hissed, "You douche! Can't you have a little sympathy for me? My foot hurts, but I have to go to work tomorrow. It wasn't easy to get on my manager's good side, and I don't want to mess things up because of this."

Benedict frowned and finally turned around to help her. He took off his shoes and threw them to

Naomi.

"Put them on!"

Naomi asked curiously, "Then what are you going to wear?"

"I'll wear yours!"

Naomi couldn't help but laugh, "Are you going to wear high heels? I'm really looking forward to it!"

Afterwards, Benedict really put on her shoes. He looked slender as he wasn't always in the pink of health and he lacked working out. Thus, wearing high heels made him look more feminine compared to a tomboy like her!

Naomi burst into laughter, "Cutie Pie, I think those shoes are really suitable for you. One day, I'll buy you a set of clothes to match with!"

Benedict glared at her and groaned, "Why would you need to do that? Why don't you just give me yours?"

"That won't do!" Naomi turned away.

"Why not? Aren't you complaining that your foot hurts?"

"Don't even think about it!" Naomi pursed her lips. Nelson had given her the set of clothes and shoes, so there was no way she would give them to others!

Benedict had probably figured it out, so he simply stopped asking!

"Forget it, if you don't want to, then just say so. But remember, mind your stomach! You'd better not starve yourself in the future!"

Upon hearing this, Naomi rolled her eyes at him.

"You little brat, how dare you lecture me? Oh, I see! In the past, I had been lecturing you too much, so this is your way of getting back at me! Am I right?"

Back when he had to undergo an operation, she had felt guilty because she thought it was her fault for not taking care of him well.

Since then, she would remind him to take care of his body whenever they were playing together.

Unexpectedly, in just a dozen years, the little boy had grown up and began to lecture her. In truth, he was barely a teenager!

It was just that...

Naomi looked at Benedict, who was currently hobbling in high heels right in front of her. Although he was only around fifteen or sixteen years old, he was very tall, just like his father.

The baby fat he used to have in his cheeks was basically gone. If the two of them walked together and said that they were of the same age, no one would doubt them.