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.”

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

utilized the doorknob for support, struggling to maintain his balance as he staggered forward. Natalie hurriedly approached and gripped Brandon’s arm, and he leaned against her for

his 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

Natalie’s chest, causing her to swiftly swat his hand away, her face flushing with embarrassment. “Brandon, please be

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

Natalie leaned over and gently patted his

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

a significant effort to help him stand

surprising strength as he pulled Natalie in front of him and said confidently, “Make me a

anything, alright?” Natalie smiled forcefully, realizing she had no other option but to agree to Brandon’s request, lest she spent the entire night there

and discreetly began to slip away, pressing himself against the wall. “Halt, Garrett!” Unexpectedly, Natalie

but to feign drunkenness and responded vaguely, “What’s the matter? All

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

with Brandon’s cold gaze, he immediately grasped the meaning behind his stare. He

I am just too overcome with dizziness. The alcohol has taken a powerful effect on my senses.” Flushed, Garrett feigned drunkenness and instability, leaning against the wall to regulate his

Brandon fell into Natalie’s embrace, and the scent of her body

couldn’t drink?

to behave so lecherously when drunk? His face incessantly

waiting for me, so please look after Brandon. He reeks of alcohol, which won’t do for my wife and child if he comes to

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