The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“In that case, we’ll be taking our leave now.”

“I’m perfectly safe here” Elizabeth said as she walked them to the door.

“Don’t worry about me. The workers aren’t done moving things, anyway. The whole place is just a mess. Once I finished cleaning up, I’ll definitely invite you two back for a small home warming party.”

“Well, if you run into any problems, don’t hesitate to call me. We haven’t found Jorge yet, so we should be careful at all times.”

“Do you realize you’ve become as much of a nag as my aunt?” Elizabeth t**sed, though she did feel warm from Natalie’s words.

They exchanged goodbyes, and Natalie and Brandon made to leave.

They walked past the workers, who were still busy shuffling things around.

Jorge was lifting a cabinet when he accidentally met Brandon’s eyes again.

Fear immediately gripped him. He hurriedly raised the cabinet higher to hide his face.

Noticing that Brandon was peering at one of the workers, Natalie followed the direction of his gaze and asked, “What are you looking at?”

All she could see was a towering cabinet.

Brandon shook his head and looked away.

“It’s nothing. Let’s go.”

But the small exchange bothered Natalie, and the more she thought about it, the more baffled she became. She couldn’t help but crane her neck to take a few more glances at the man behind the cabinet. Upon closer inspection, she realized that this man looked a little different from the rest of the workers.

clean and new, unlike the others’, which were worn out and stained here

she caught a glimpse

scar or a scratch. He didn’t look

continued making their

could shake off the feeling that

he was already looking at her.It seemed like he wanted to say something, too.She knew there and then that something bad

raced down

back to the third floor and

Jorge? Natalie’s eyes widened in

had already

wasn’t

said in a somber

man must have come here to exact his vendetta against

gripped the banister and made to race back upstairs. She needed

in her tracks and pull her back, “Take her away,” he instructed

Natalie cried

have to save her. Let me go, or it might

away. I’ll take

He tossed the

her to the car

good friend was in danger, yet she could do nothing but to

tried to rush forward and run upstairs

just like before, Brandon held her back at

to what I say,” he said, his

for me in the

protest, caught herself

frustration, Brandon softened his