The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie nodded. Her mother was right. But the situation was not optimistic. Charis was a cautious and cunning woman. She must have covered her tracks. Natalie really had no idea where to start.

After a while, Beal came back to Brandon. He had a general understanding of what was going on with Brandon now. He told Natalie, “Don’t worry. We will do everything we can to retrieve Brandon’s memory. I know several licensed brain specialists abroad. I’ll ask them to come tomorrow. The field of medicine has developed exponentially in recent years. I doubt there’s a problem they can’t fix.”

Natalie weakly smiled at him. “Thanks, Dad.” However, internally she sighed. It wasn’t as optimistic as her father. She had a bad feeling that Brandon’s memory loss was not as simple as it seemed. Brandon didn’t turn down Beal’s offer, not ruling out the possibility of recovering his memory. He nodded and said, “I will also go see a doctor and find a way to get my memory back.”

Previously, Brandon felt that with Charis’ help, he could recover his memories of the last two years. However, Natalie and Charis told him two very different stories. He wanted to know who was lying.

At the same time, he also had a question in his heart that needed answers: Did he really fall in love with Natalie?

dressing on her wounds. She was often distracted, wondering how to deal with Charis. A cunning woman like Charis, who acted in secret

holding a takeout bag of food for breakfast in front of her. Now that they had cleared things up, they could get along. Their relationship seemed harmonious, but Natalie felt an insurmountable gap between them due to Brandon’s memory loss. She didn’t know how to

accepting the food and starting to eat. The awkward silence filled the room. After what

lips carefully, hiding her embarrassment. When she turned over in bed the

She didn’t want him to see how embarrassed she was, especially since she hadn’t washed her face in days and needed help to

asked for permission. Watching over you is more important,” Brandon casually explained while cleaning the table. Maybe it was because he used to be affectionate with Natalie, or maybe it was because he appreciated her for saving his life. Brandon didn’t think too much about it; he genuinely wanted to take

the headboard calmly.

He answered lightly, “I’ve had psychotherapy twice. It’s not that bad.” In truth, his situation didn’t look very promising. Every time the doctor asked him to remember the past, he experienced terrible headaches as if an invisible hand was pulling on the nerves of his brain. Natalie noticed the dark circles under his eyes,

asked, “Does the therapy include any medication? You seem a bit

up late last night dealing with work,” Brandon replied, hiding the fact that he had severe headaches when trying to remember the past. He sighed wearily and changed the subject, “Did you know that nobody died in the fire?” Natalie nodded and turned

that so?”

ran out of the burning house. Fortunately, she’s safe