Naomi Shaw laughed, calling him out on his plot. "Is that so? Or did you plan this all along?"
Based on her recent observation, his toiletries were already in the bathroom. 'Some "essentials," my foot.' 'More like he planned this all along, packing his clothes ahead of time and intending to come here and lay siege! The last time they'd discussed it, he'd told her to choose between his place or hers, but he had clearly just made the domineering decision for her anyway.'
Julian Donovan planted a kiss on her freshly washed face and said with a cheeky grin, "You're too smart!"
Then, before she could respond, he let her go and darted into the bathroom as if he were afraid she would scold him.
Naomi Shaw smiled helplessly, turned, and sat down at the dining table. 'Whenever she protested, he would either respond with his usual domineering attitude or make a quick getaway. What could she possibly do?'
