The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Christopher took a deep breath.

“Mr.Klein, don’t get me wrong.Natalie got drunk during dinner.I wanted to safely drop her home.Nothing happened,” he explained to prevent any misunderstanding.

Sebastian’s towering presence made Christopher look insignificant.His explanation only seemed to worsen things.

“Only guilty people feel the need to explain, Mr.Garrison.” Sebastian looked cold and indifferent.

His one arm was wrapped around Natalie, who was swaying around like a puppet dangling from the rope.

“I’ll deal with you later.” With that, he took Natalie away.

Just as Natalie walked forward, Sebastian grabbed her waist and threw her on his shoulder.

“Sebastian!” Natalie’s eyes sprang open in horror.She screamed and hit his back, but the man continued to walk forward.

With a stone-cold face, Sebastian didn’t say a word on the way.

When he walked out of the elevator, he took out the key, opened the door, and threw Natalie on the sofa.

“Can you please let me explain?” Natalie asked, her voice breaking almost as if she was about to cry.

Her head began to spin, so she sank on the sofa.

Natalie struggled to sit up, but her stomach churned, she wanted to throw up.

“Fine.Explain!” Sebastian leaned forward and rested his hands on either side of the sofa as he stared into her eyes.

Natalie hugged her knees and looked out the window to avoid his sharp gaze.

chin, forcing her

so I invited him for dinner.I drank too much during dinner.

down Natalie’s cheeks and dropped on Sebastian’s knuckles.He looked like a

that you invited him when we were talking over the phone? Did you

only after I spoke to you.! invited him as a way of thanking him for

were so

know that he didn’t do anything to you in the car?” Natalie was so scared that she

fresh tears filled her

much?” Sebastian drew a tissue

Natalie’s spine despite the gentleness in his

in the room were off, so half his face was hidden in the

fun to be around all my friends, and I was having a good time, so

hide

Sebastian withdrew his hand.

red fingerprints were etched

tender skin — even a slight pinch would leave marks

times, but you didn’t answer.Are you

up, took out her

saw a series of missed calls

was drunk, and my phone was muted.I didn’t

to convince him.Her pitiful voice was in stark

six hours.Are you gaing to say you didn’t even once look at your phone after you

rose in his throat as the image of Christopher holding Natalie in his arms flashed

pressed Natalie against the sofa.Then,

are you doing? Get your

continued to step away until she felt the arm of the sofa against

an obvious advantage in terms of size; he could be all over her in an instant.She tried her best to