The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie felt Brandon snuggle behind her. and then she heard him ask. “Would you like me to help you take a shower?”

She shook her head, her eyes already tightly shut. She didn’t want to risk the possibility of dozing off in the bathroom.

Brandon braced himself up on his elbow to look down at her.

“Do you like boys, or would you prefer girls?” he asked, his eyes glittering in the dim light of the room.

Natalie was barely capable of forming an entire sentence at this point, so she only let out a soft hum.

“I hope it’s a girl,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“She’ll look just as adorable as you. and I’ll spoil her like a princess.” Natalie’s eyes popped open then.

“What if she has the same personality as you?”

What if…their daughter turned out to be an introvert who didn’t like to mingle with other people? She might get isolated from society.

A wistful smile appeared on Brandon’s face. He pulled her even tighter.

“That’s not so bad,” he said softly.Don’t worry.l won’t let anyone bully our future daughter.”

Natalie rolled over and returned his smile.

“It doesn’t matter.As long as the baby is healthy. I don’t care whether it’s a boy or a girl.” He p**ssed an affectionate k**s against her forehead.

“I’ll do my best to be a good father.l’ll make sure our children are happy and content.We will have our own little family very soon.”

They would have a warm home with a strong father, a kind mother, and lovely children.lt was all that Brandon had always wanted in life.

lower l*p and burrowed into the cocoon of his arms.She wanted to give

early spring when Barnes

a man was limping hurriedly under the pouring rain.He risked a backward glance, only to find a dozen men brandishing knives and baseball bats as they chased

so terrified that his knees almost gave out. but his desperation urged him to move forward.He couldn’t walk properly as it was.

end, they cornered him in a dark corner of the

after me? I have no quarrel

a mangy dog that had been wandering the streets for days.He stared at the

let me go, I beg you! I did nothing to you. you have

of the gang stepped forward and grabbed Jorge’s hair without

down a man called Jorge Anderson.That man is you, isn’t

narrowed his eyes as beads of

“No,” he lied.

not me.I don’t know who that man is. but you’ve

slightly.He whirled around to his

one

check the

a panic, afraid of the consequences of a possible blunder.He unlocked the

they were distracted. Jorge sl*pped out of the leader’s hold and darted into the nearest alley.He could still

right. Boss.He looks exactly like the man in the photos.Mr.Larson offered a million dollars for his

what are you

strength he had left and ran without looking back.Rage and anxiety took over his heart.He

soon found himself losing his balance and

footsteps thundered behind

alarmed when he heard the footsteps

instilled in him rendered him

sudden, he felt a pat

you, have mercy on me! Spare