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

the quilt over her head. She was pissed. She had worked hard to make

before finally getting up to go to work. Her bodyguard followed her to

and Garrett had picked her to design their attire

Natalie got to her desk, she began to work. She was so

It wasn’t until Tasha held up her phone in front of her that she realized

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

put away her

Garrett

words on her screen, Natalie felt

a thing or two, am I

help but chuckle. She put down her phone and

she notice that the office seemed

sip of coffee and looked

cubicle and shrugged. “She asked

“Seriously?”

sneer broke 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

for a leave of absence herself?” Natalie asked at

her head. “No. She asked for a

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