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?

was often distracted, wondering how to deal with Charis. A cunning woman like Charis, who acted in secret and came from a prominent family, posed

Let’s eat breakfast first,” Brandon said, 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

Natalie replied, accepting the food and starting to eat. The awkward silence filled the room. After

When she turned over in bed the previous night, she accidentally

for asking. Are you going to work today?” Natalie asked, hoping for some time away from Brandon. She didn’t want him to see how embarrassed she was, especially

be affectionate with Natalie, or maybe it was because he appreciated her for saving his life.

herself in the quilt and leaning against the headboard calmly.

table. 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, and he looked much more gaunt than

she asked, “Does the therapy include any medication?

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?”

firefighters said she ran out of the burning house. Fortunately,