The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 503

After relaxing for a few moments, she got up and headed to the bathroom to wash up. The suite’s bathroom was large and luxurious, with a striking circular bathtub in the middle. The idea of taking a nice long bath and just relaxing sounded like heaven to her.

Natalie plugged in her phone to charge in an outlet by the bathtub. When she turned it on, she discovered that Brandon had called her more than ten times.

What was wrong?

Pondering this, Natalie placed a video call to Brandon.

“Sorry, my phone was dead before.” Rubbing her w*et hair, Natalie leaned in close to the screen and looked at Brandon’s face.

Brandon opened the video on his end but was working busily overtime, so he simply placed his phone aside. He didn’t pay much attention to Natalie throughout the call. “Don’t you have anything to tell me?” asked Brandon guardedly, as he still focused on the document he was reading. Natalie could only see half of his torso on the screen.

He still couldn’t get the image of Derek carrying Natalie onto the stage out of his head.

Natalie, on the other hand, had no idea what he was talking about.

Her heart and mind were full of the Iridescent Show and the amazing evening she’d had. As for the rest, she could barely remember it. She had no clue that Brandon was talking about Derek holding her.

“What? What should I tell you?” Natalie asked, completely baffled.

A strange mix of jealousy and sadness surged up in Brandon’s mind. He no longer wanted to talk to Natalie, so he buried himself in his work instead.

If she didn’t want to tell him the truth, he wouldn’t try to f0rce anything out of her.

Through the video screen, Natalie noticed a closed container of takeout food on the table beside Brandon. It seemed that he never touched his dinner.

you eaten yet? You can’t keep working. You need to take a break and eat something

head, Brandon said

deep breath. She raised her voice, but still managed to say in a gentle albeit slightly exasperated tone of voice,

at Natalie in the screen. Only then did he notice through the screen how s*xy

was w*et, falling on her shoulders in pleasing cascades. Her smooth skin and partly visible cleavage were obscured under mounds of white bubbles. The steam rose around her, and her smooth face looked pink and delicious, which made him want to reach through the

My Poor Husband

screen

assumed that a bad connection from the hotel’s internet was the

five-star hotel.” She grumbled as she shook her phone, trying to get a better connection. That was when

perv. You didn’t even listen to me when I was talking about something serious and now that I’m taking a bath you’re suddenly interested?” Natalie shrank back

“We’ve never tried this kind of video

help himself. This was the first time Brandon had seen Natalie in such a

a bolder tinge. “Stand up and let me see,” he ordered, his voice coming out in a low and

heat. She hesitated for a moment, and then braced her hand on the edge of the porcelain bathtub, slowly rising

and he would see all

then, the door was pushed

I have the materials

intrusion broke the spell, leaving Natalie

then nonchalantly leafed through the file in his hands as if his employee hadn’t

heard a loud

head to the side as he placed the documents on Brandon’s desk. He looked around but found nothing. There was only Brandon sitting casually on his chair. At first glance, nothing seemed amiss. But Brandon’s eyes betrayed him, still bearing

his eyebrows. It was uncharacteristic of

Brandon again and said, “Mr. Watson asked me to deliver a message. He told you not to worry. He’d do everything he could to find that pharmacist. Watch your health. If you feel like

could finish, Brandon cut him off. “What are you talking about?” cold

was looking for the pharmacist. He knew she