The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Looking at the man under her, she climaxed.

At the same time, Brandon also came.

The two of them savored the moment.

But before Natalie could climb off of Brandon, he stopped her by grabbing her waist and then…He started all over again.

After the second round of passionate love-making, Natalie felt as though her body was about to give up.

She raised her index finger and poked Brandon on the chest. “Are you still angry at me?” she asked cautiously.

Brandon suddenly pulled her close to him and buried his face in her neck. He held her in his arms without saying a word. No matter how Natalie approached, he refused to tell her why he was angry.

But Natalie could tell that he was in a better mood than earlier.

Brandon pulled the quilt over them and held Natalie close. “Just go to sleep.”

Natalie pouted in dissatisfaction, but she didn’t push the matter.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep. By the time she opened her eyes again, it was already morning.

It was bright out. Yawning, Natalie turned in bed, only to catch a glimpse of Brandon going out the door. He was already dressed, so he must’ve left for the company.

make him happy last night. In the end, he still refused to forgive her or even told her why he was

in bed for a little while longer before finally getting up to go to work. Her bodyguard followed her to the studio, as

her to design their attire for the upcoming event, she wanted to

desk, she began to work. She was so immersed in her design that she

until Tasha held up her phone in front of

a string of messages. “Thanks again, Natalie! I’ll treat you to a big meal next time, okay?” Natalie smiled as she

was about to put away her phone, it

time, it was Garrett who had

Natalie felt like she could almost hear his

thing

put down her phone and went to

did she notice that

and looked at Tasha questioningly. “Why’s Elizabeth

design drafts. She glanced at Elizabeth’s cubicle and shrugged. “She asked for a leave out of the blue. Maybe she has some sort of

“Seriously?”

harsh sneer broke the quietness of the office. Dalores threw a design drawing on the table and demanded, “What the hell is that supposed to mean? This is the busiest time of the

leave of absence

“No. She asked for a

about this. Holding the coffee mug tightly in her hands, she murmured, “This isn’t like her. Maybe she’ll come this afternoon. Dalores,

turned her head to