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.

of Brandon going out the door. He was already dressed, so he must’ve left for the

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

finally getting up to go to work.

and Garrett had picked her to design their attire for the upcoming event, she wanted to give them her

soon as Natalie got to her desk, she began to work. She was so immersed in her design that she

up her phone in front of

the 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

to put away her

it was Garrett who

on her screen, Natalie felt like she could almost hear

taught you a thing or two,

her phone and went to the

notice that the office seemed particularly

looked at Tasha

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

“Seriously?”

the quietness of the office. Dalores threw 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 get through to her!” Natalie pursed her lips. Judging from what Dalores said just now, she had tried to call Elizabeth

for a leave of absence herself?” Natalie

her head. “No. She

about this. Holding the coffee mug tightly in her hands, she murmured, “This isn’t like her. Maybe she’ll come this afternoon.