The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Overwhelmed by the recent events, Natalie instinctively embraced him tightly, seeking solace in his arms. She buried her face in his ch*st, finding comfort in his familiar warmth and scent. The encounter with the ghostly caller had rattled her deeply. Natalie had always been afraid of ghosts, and the late hour of the call only heightened her fear. If the woman on the phone had kept up the act, she might have believed it was Charis. Thankfully, knowing that Brandon was waiting downstairs gave her the courage to face anything.

“What’s wrong? Are you still thinking about that movie we watched?” Brandon held her tightly, gently r*bbing the back of her head.

Natalie looked up at him, a mischievous smile playing on her l*ps. “Yes.”

Brandon pinched her cheek affectionately and k**sed her tenderly. He had a sense that things were falling back into place, as if they were returning to their old selves. Holding onto Brandon’s arm and leaning against him, Natalie spoke sweetly, “Let’s go home, honey.”

Lately, Natalie had become more clingy, and Brandon found himself enjoying this familiar closeness. Although he couldn’t remember their past yet, he felt an overwhelming happiness. It seemed their relationship was only growing stronger.

“What would you like for dinner?” Brandon asked, p**ssing his l*ps against the back of her hand.

“Let me think. What do we still have at home? How about we stop by the supermarket first? That way, I can also grab some snacks,” Natalie suggested. As she spoke, a billboard above suddenly broke free from its frame and hurtled toward them!

reflexes quick. He lunged at Natalie just in time as the billboard crashed to

hell? What just happened?” Natalie exclaimed, bewildered by the sudden turn of

a concerned passerby exclaimed, joining

direction from which the billboard had fallen. Amidst the smoke and commotion, she caught a glimpse of a petite figure on the rooftop. Squinting her eyes, she thought it resembled Charis, but she couldn’t be sure. The woman seemed to be staring straight at her, and Natalie even felt a faint smile directed her way. Brandon followed Natalie’s

questioned, his eyes fixed on the

and face caused by the flying debris. Concern filled her as she realized he was injured. “Let’s

his side. They were his bodyguards in disguise. Pointing towards the top of the building, he commanded, “Go

racing upstairs to investigate. However, their search yielded no results. Frustrated,

has escaped. But she’ll try again since she failed this time. We’ll find another opportunity to catch her,” Natalie concluded, her

scrapes on Brandon’s handsome face. She knew he had gotten hurt because he wanted

face needs proper

problem. Going to see a doctor might lead to rumors spreading,” Brandon refused, displaying his stubbornness. “It’s just a minor injury. We can

ointment. One particular wound near the end of his eyebrow split it into two