The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 602

Or did Sean just agree to have dinner with her last night because he was investigating her?

Vivian’s eyes darkened. She wasn’t sure if it was Brandon’s directive to let Sean do it or if it was just his instinctive vigilance as Brandon’s assistant.

It seemed that she had to make a long-term plan to take revenge on the Larson Group.

In the office on the top floor.

Brandon’s hard expression softened once Vivian left. “How are you feeling? Is everything okay? I called the doctor from the infirmary and asked him to come and see you.”

Sean noticed a shift in Brandon’s tone and looked up at him, puzzled.

Realizing that Brandon wasn’t mad at him, but instead cared of him, Sean dared to ask, “Mr. Larson, aren’t you angry anymore?”

With a poker face, Brandon declared, “I knew you went to Vivian to get some information.”

When Sean realized Brandon had grasped his meaning, he was greatly moved. Eventually, after much effort, he succeeded in getting Brandon to appreciate his efforts.

“But Vivian isn’t someone to be trifled with, especially if she

previous night, Sean had also come to this realization. He had been impulsive and failed to appreciate the gravity

was only then that Sean had a chance to rest. As he calmed down, his mind became much clearer. Suddenly,

as to the cause of this sudden shift. He cautiously inquired, “Are you feeling unwell or something? Tell me where

a deep breath and his face darkened as if he

a physical issue, but rather as the memories returned, Sean slowly remembered what had

kissed her, but then fell asleep and didn’t take things

This is so embarrassing!” Sean scratched his head and yelled. It was mortifying. He wished he could

and checked on Sean. “Where is he injured? Why is

and said seriously, “As of now, I haven’t found any visible injuries on him. It’s possible that Sean was drugged or something, so I recommend that he go to the

curled up on the sofa and covered his red

killed his own love before

believe Sean is seriously hurt. It

comfortingly on the shoulder, saying in a firm tone,

half-closed eyes, looking disgruntled. “Mr. Larson, please leave me be. I’ll

asked Estella to send Sean home. He had hoped to set them up on a date, but he had

you’ve come to terms with your flaw, it’s time to face it head-on. Don’t be wishy- washy. Be a man,” Brandon said

Brandon. “How do I solve it? Do you think Estella still has feelings for me?” Brandon hoisted Sean to his feet and

face in his hands and raked his