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.

Noticing the curious look in his eyes, Natalie handed him the phone and said, “It’s a bunch of texts from Draco.”

list of messages to explain the misunderstanding last night. He said he understood that Natalie was mortified, so he’d decided to work from home for the

looked at Natalie and said, “You can go back

Brandon spoke, he lifted the blanket and

picked up her phone

studio were so happy when you came back yesterday. I hope we

at home, he smiled and put down his phone. He turned and put

two portraits from last night, he suddenly stopped, overcome

woman he drew was

what had

hadn’t expected that Natalie would

of the

had just started working at W Marks.

desperately wanted to be a designer and had always worked hard. No matter how hard the task, she’d always fully thrown herself into it, in order to be the best.

was when Draco decided that what he wanted was to be her

so much more composed and mature

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

closed his eyes and

at W Marks, he decided that he’d keep all of his

he eventually no

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gone to work. Instead, he brought