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.

the curious look in his eyes, Natalie handed him the phone

night. He said he understood that Natalie was mortified, so he’d

particular expression on 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

She picked up her phone and sent a text back to

it was just 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 you at the studio

put down his phone. He turned and put some

from last night, he suddenly stopped, overcome with a wave of

he drew

what had happened would affect

expected that Natalie would

of the woman in

first started this artwork, Natalie had just

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

decided that what he wanted was

mature since

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

eyes and

had decided to continue to work at W Marks, he decided that he’d keep all of his feelings

no

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