The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 677

Laney gave Natalie’s shoulder a reassuring pat and beamed. “Go on ahead. I’ll arrange for Lola to give you a ride.”

Natalie hastened downstairs and got into the car. Within a matter of minutes, the vehicle vanished around the bend. Laney retreated to her room and messaged Garrett, inquiring when he would return.

Garrett could handle his alcohol well. He must have just feigned to be intoxicated earlier. Laney already had a theory to the issue in her heart.

It appeared to Laney that Brandon orchestrated the entire scenario for Garrett to act out.

Lola drove Natalie to the club’s entrance, following the provided address.

“Mrs. Larson, this club is a melting pot of different people. Would you prefer that I accompany you inside?” Lola unfastened her seat belt and prepared to exit the car.

“It’s okay. I know some people inside. You can wait for me here.” Natalie reassured Lola as she stepped out of the car and headed toward the club.

As Natalie searched for Brandon, she unexpectedly ran into Garrett, who was walking toward her.

Garrett held himself against the wall while his back bent as if he had just puked Upon catching sight of Natalie, he lifted his quivering digits and gestured towards a nearby room, remarking, “You’ve finally arrived. Brandon is in that room over there. Go check on him. I’m quite intoxicated, so I’ll step outside to get some fresh air.”

“I will. The automobile is conveniently parked outside. If you feel uneasy, you may ask Lola to drive you home first.” As Natalie prepared to make her way over, she detected something amiss and inquired, “How did you know I was going to come here, Garrett? I attempted to contact Brandon earlier, but he did not respond any of my calls.”

sharpen. He cursed, hunched over, and retched a few times. His speech was vague as he muttered, “I thought it

adjacent room abruptly swung open. Drunk, Brandon utilized the doorknob for support, struggling to maintain his balance as he staggered forward. Natalie hurriedly approached and gripped

face against Natalie’s long hair and remarked in a low, husky tone, “You smell like my wife.” After inhaling deeply twice, Brandon placed his hand on Natalie’s waist and gazed upon her chest,

chest, causing her to swiftly swat his hand away, her face flushing with embarrassment.

communicated effectively as he stood up compliantly and positioned himself behind her. Natalie wiped the sweat from her forehead, as she hadn’t anticipated Brandon

we head back home?’ Natalie leaned over and gently

he appeared physically unstable, with weak legs and an almost comical appearance as though he might stumble. Natalie was helpless. Natalie crouched down, placing her hands on

remained silent Natalie made a significant effort to help him stand

as he pulled Natalie in front of him

you anything, alright?” Natalie smiled forcefully, realizing she had no other option but to agree to

pressing himself against the wall.

vaguely, “What’s the matter? All 1 want to

please assist me in carry Brandon to the car? He’s too heavy for me to lift

Natalie. As Garrett unintentionally locked eyes with Brandon’s cold gaze,

Flushed, Garrett feigned drunkenness and instability, leaning against the wall to regulate

and the scent of her body

drinker. How did you manage to consume so much when you clearly couldn’t drink? Remember that Laney is still expecting you at home, Garrett.”

Why did Brandon have to behave so lecherously

which won’t

casting an embarrassed glance at Brandon. “I haven’t forgiven him yet. I don’t want to bring him