The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 545

“I’m not a possession, and I have a say in who I wanna be with,” Natalie said in a muffled voice.

“You aren’t a possession. You’re my wife and my treasure…” Brandon stroked her back. Seeing her eyes redden as if she was about to cry, he felt terrible. He said in a sullen tone, “It’s Derek again. It seems that he’ll need to be disciplined.”

After casting him a sidelong glance, Natalie raised her hand and pinched the muscles on his right arm. “Calm down. Don’t always be so eager to fight.”

Brandon had no choice but to nod obediently.

The two of them went upstairs and changed their clothes before returning to clean up the kitchen. That task completed, they finally went back to their bedroom to sleep.

After being reassured by Brandon that he wasn’t jealous or angry, Natalie was able to put Draco out of her mind. She slept soundly all night.

The next day…

Brandon woke up to find Natalie sitting up in bed, staring at her phone in a seeming daze.

Seeing that she was reading a long series of texts,

Brandon squinted his eyes. He was a bit curious as to what they were about, but he didn’t ask to see.

Natalie handed him the

had sent a long list of messages to explain the misunderstanding last night. He said he understood that Natalie was mortified, so

Brandon’s face. He simply looked at Natalie and said, “You can go back to work if you want. I’m not going to

he lifted the blanket and got out

her phone

a misunderstanding. The colleagues in the studio were so happy when you came back yesterday. I hope we can put behind what happened last night, and I also look forward seeing

text at home, he smiled and put down his phone. He turned and put

two portraits from last night, he suddenly stopped, overcome with a wave

he drew was indeed

had been worried that what had happened would

expected that Natalie would

the face of the woman in the drawing and

just started working at

arrived at W Marks on her first day, she was wearing her hair in a ponytail. She had desperately wanted to be a designer and had always worked hard. No matter how hard

that what he wanted

mature since

let it go.” He was talking to himself, with a self-deprecating smirk at the corners of his mouth. He packed all the sketches

closed his eyes and

he decided that he’d keep all

no

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