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.

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

a glimpse of the man’s

well-manicured, with nary a scar or a scratch. He didn’t look at

Brandon continued making their way

off the feeling that something

that he was already looking at

raced down

the third floor and

Jorge? Natalie’s eyes widened

he had already guessed

wasn’t until Natalie had spoken it out loud that he felt more certain about his

believe so,” he said in a somber

must have come here to exact his vendetta against

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

his arm reaching out to stop Natalie in her tracks and pull her

Brandon!” Natalie

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

stay away. I’ll take

his coat and unb**toned his cuffs. He tossed

dangerous upstairs. Take her to the car and wait for

good friend was in danger, yet she could do nothing but to stand back and watch her husband risk his own safety

tried to rush forward

Brandon held her back at

what I say,” he said, his

for me in the

protest, caught herself at

frustration, Brandon softened