The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Blushing, Garrett averted his gaze, avoiding Laney’s eyes. “I was just so worried about you that I didn’t have time to think it through. It’s not funny. Don’t laugh at me, Laney. The baby will hear you!”

Finally, after laughing to her heart’s content, Laney ceased and playfully tugged at the sleeve of Garrett’s shirt. “Why are you shy? Turn around. I’ve seen you cry before.”

In truth, she was deeply moved by his concern. Laney glanced out of the small window on the door, realizing that Natalie must have already left. A smile graced her face as she silently thanked Natalie for her intervention.

Meanwhile, Natalie couldn’t contain her happiness, knowing that Laney and Garrett would undoubtedly communicate and resolve their issues after this incident. She even hummed a cheerful tune on her way home.

Surprised by Natalie’s upbeat mood upon leaving the hospital, the bodyguard couldn’t help but inquire out of curiosity, “We didn’t catch the woman. Why are you still so happy, Mrs. Larson?”

“You have no idea. I did a huge favor for a friend today. And let me tell you, I’m feeling pretty darn good about it,” Natalie said mysteriously, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Natalie genuinely wanted Laney to be honest with the man she loved, Garrett. She believed that they shouldn’t let misunderstandings ruin their love. Despite coming from different worlds, their love was undeniable.

From the moment Natalie met Laney earlier that day, she sensed something was off. She hoped that Laney and Garrett would have a heartfelt conversation to smooth out the wrinkles in their relationship.

With her bodyguard close by, Natalie returned home. As soon as she stepped inside, the tantalizing aroma of freshly-cooked food wafted from the kitchen. Brandon, her personal chef, was busy preparing a meal.

Natalie quietly placed her bag and coat down and tiptoed into the kitchen. “Little Thief, what are you trying to steal this time?” Brandon teased without even turning around. His sharp ears had caught the sound of her light footsteps the moment she entered.

Disappointed that her prank failed, Natalie pouted. “You’re no fun at all!”

Brandon to see what he was cooking. A pot of steaming fish soup greeted her eyes. She couldn’t resist and scooped up a spoonful, blowing on it before tasting it. “Wow, Chef Larson, you’re getting really good at this!”

an egg into the frying pan, he suddenly asked, “So, what happened earlier? I heard there was

lower her gaze, pretending to focus on the

“Honey, are you hiding something from me?” he asked, gripping her wrist

heart raced, regretting her decision to come to the kitchen in the first place. Before she could slip away, Brandon held her firmly and pressed on, “Where do you think you’re going? Tell me, did you seek

memory, Brandon’s deduction skills remained sharp. Frustrated, Natalie had no choice but to confess. “Okay, okay. I met with Allie, Charis’s former assistant,

been acting up. I’ve been receiving creepy messages and prank calls from someone pretending to be Charis’s ghost. If I weren’t brave, I would have broken down by now,” Natalie explained, her eyes pleading

and affectionately pinched her cheek. “You silly

me not to take matters into my own hands. But I couldn’t just

her, “I said I’d find a way, didn’t I?” He set aside everything he was doing and reached out to hold her. “Allie must have planted a virus on your computer to monitor and scare you. That’s

It turned out to

poor girl. Give me your laptop. I’ll contact the technical staff to track down whoever did this. We’ll soon find out if Allie is the mastermind or if there’s someone else pulling the strings,”

first, but after much convincing from Brandon, she

the laptop. However,

laptop

coldly, his expression darkening. He wondered why she was acting strangely and if she was hiding something

not understanding why Brandon’s mood suddenly changed. “Just

carefully put away her laptop and

the living room, settling into the sofa, snacking, and watching TV while waiting for

Curiosity got