The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Looking at the man under her, she cl*maxed.

At the same time, Brandon also came.

The two of them savored the moment.

But before Natalie could climb off of Brandon, he stopped her by grabbing her waist and then…He started all over again.

After the second round of passionate love-making, Natalie felt as though her body was about to give up.

She raised her index finger and poked Brandon on the chest. “Are you still angry at me?” she asked cautiously.

Brandon suddenly pulled her close to him and buried his face in her neck. He held her in his arms without saying a word. No matter how Natalie approached, he refused to tell her why he was angry.

But Natalie could tell that he was in a better mood than earlier.

Brandon pulled the quilt over them and held Natalie close. “Just go to sleep.”

Natalie pouted in dissatisfaction, but she didn’t push the matter.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep. By the time she opened her eyes again, it was already morning.

turned in bed, only to catch a glimpse of Brandon going out the door. He was already dressed, so he must’ve left

her head. She was pissed. She had worked hard to make him happy last night. In the end, he still refused to forgive her or even told

bed for a little while longer before finally getting up to go to work. Her bodyguard followed her to the studio, as

attire for the

as Natalie got to her desk, she began to work. She was so immersed in her design that she paid no attention to

your phone has been pinging.” It wasn’t until Tasha held up her phone in front of her that she realized that

phone and found that it was Laney who had left her a string of messages. “Thanks again, Natalie! I’ll treat you to a big meal next time, okay?” Natalie smiled as she read the

about to put away

Garrett who had

on her screen, Natalie felt like she could almost

you a thing or two, am I

put down her phone and went

that the office seemed particularly quiet

looked at Tasha questioningly.

was in the middle of sorting out some design drafts. She glanced at Elizabeth’s cubicle and shrugged. “She asked for a leave out of the blue. Maybe she has

“Seriously?”

a design drawing on the table and demanded, “What the hell is that supposed to mean? This is the busiest time of the year! How could she abandon us? I can’t even

call to ask for a leave of

“No. She asked for a leave through

Holding the coffee mug tightly in her hands, she