The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Overwhelmed by the recent events, Natalie instinctively embraced him tightly, seeking solace in his arms. She buried her face in his ch*st, finding comfort in his familiar warmth and scent. The encounter with the ghostly caller had rattled her deeply. Natalie had always been afraid of ghosts, and the late hour of the call only heightened her fear. If the woman on the phone had kept up the act, she might have believed it was Charis. Thankfully, knowing that Brandon was waiting downstairs gave her the courage to face anything.

“What’s wrong? Are you still thinking about that movie we watched?” Brandon held her tightly, gently r*bbing the back of her head.

Natalie looked up at him, a mischievous smile playing on her l*ps. “Yes.”

Brandon pinched her cheek affectionately and k**sed her tenderly. He had a sense that things were falling back into place, as if they were returning to their old selves. Holding onto Brandon’s arm and leaning against him, Natalie spoke sweetly, “Let’s go home, honey.”

Lately, Natalie had become more clingy, and Brandon found himself enjoying this familiar closeness. Although he couldn’t remember their past yet, he felt an overwhelming happiness. It seemed their relationship was only growing stronger.

“What would you like for dinner?” Brandon asked, p**ssing his l*ps against the back of her hand.

“Let me think. What do we still have at home? How about we stop by the supermarket first? That way, I can also grab some snacks,” Natalie suggested. As she spoke, a billboard above suddenly broke free from its frame and hurtled toward them!

quick. He lunged at Natalie just in time as the billboard crashed to the ground behind them, sending fragments flying in all directions. The surrounding people screamed and scattered,

Natalie exclaimed, bewildered by the sudden turn of

have hit someone!” a concerned passerby exclaimed, joining the growing

up towards the direction from which the billboard had fallen. Amidst the smoke and commotion, she caught a glimpse of a petite figure on the rooftop. Squinting her eyes, she thought it resembled Charis, but she couldn’t be sure. The woman

up there?” he questioned, his eyes fixed on

scratches on his hands and face caused by the flying debris. Concern filled her as

seemingly unaffected by the pain, glanced back and saw several strong men in casual clothes rushing to his side. They were his

upstairs to investigate. However, their search yielded

failed this time. We’ll find another opportunity to

couldn’t help but feel saddened by the cuts and scrapes on Brandon’s handsome face. She knew he had gotten hurt because he wanted to protect

face needs proper treatment to prevent