The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“It’s the same as what all the other doctors said. No one can pinpoint the specific reason as to why I lost my memory. The experts need more time to observe my condition,” Brandon explained. He handed Natalie a handkerchief and asked with concern, “Have you caught a cold?”

Natalie gratefully accepted the handkerchief and wiped her nose. Shaking her head, she mused, “No. Maybe someone’s talking about me behind my back.”

Brandon smiled faintly at her, but his heart was heavy. Only he knew that his condition was getting worse as time went on. Every single time he tried to recall the past, he’d have a migraine, which would put him in a bad mood. Natalie had no idea. She thought that he was just upset that he had lost his memory.

“Now that she had accepted the fact, she could only try to comfort him. ‘Come on. Don’t be so stressed about regaining your memory. Even if you can’t remember our past, it’ll be okay. We can just start over,’” Natalie reassured him, hoping to ease his worries.

Brandon, however, felt it wasn’t fair to Natalie. He expressed his concerns, “No, it’s not fair to you.” Natalie pursed her lips and turned her face away from him. However, the smile on her face betrayed her true feelings. She was very happy. Although Brandon didn’t remember anything now, slowly but surely, he had begun to care about her feelings. Maybe he would return to the former Brandon sometime soon.

I’ll always be with you,” Natalie raised her head to look at Brandon firmly. She was willing to wait for him to recover his

Natalie was not worried about this matter. On the one hand, the two of them got along well with each other now. Brandon’s lost memories had no effect on their current relationship. On the other hand, she wanted to do something during this period of time. She would make Charis pay for everything

hospital. She just couldn’t accept the fact that she was now disfigured and crying in

herself, but now her ego was stagnant, and she gradually became depressed and melancholic.

every ounce of pride and confidence that she had accumulated in the

accompanied her daughter to

talking to your father, and we want to go on a trip with you. You

reality, right?” Charis stood up in front of the door of the Larson Group, shaking

mask to cover half of her

cold. Charis covered herself from head to toe, exposing only her eyes and nostrils. Naturally, her appearance caught a

her in a strange way. These curious glances made Charis, who had recently become very sensitive, feel very

skin under the fabric. Hugging herself with strength, Charis lowered her