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.

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

a glimpse

nary a scar or a scratch. He didn’t look

and Brandon continued making their

shake off the feeling that something was

Brandon, only to find that he was already looking at her.It seemed like he wanted to say something, too.She knew there

chill raced

third floor and blurted out, “That man

that man really Jorge?

he had already

ominous feeling had been nagging at him since he entered Elizabeth’s place. It wasn’t until Natalie

so,” he said in

have come here

the banister and made to race back upstairs.

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

Natalie cried

have to save her. Let

I’ll take

his cuffs. He tossed the coat over to Natalie and

dangerous upstairs. Take her to the car and

in danger, yet she could do nothing but to stand back and watch her husband

Natalie tried to rush forward and

like before, Brandon held her

I say,” he said, his eyes

wait for me in the

to protest, caught herself

Brandon softened his