The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Upon discovering that Laney’s departure had taken a toll on Garrett, leaving him tormented by insomnia and reliant on sleeping pills, Natalie couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in her chest.

She pondered, had she not aided Laney in her departure, could Garrett and

Laney have reconciled sooner? Perhaps, then, Garrett wouldn’t be steeped in such misery.

Witnessing his friend’s anguish, Brandon’s heart ached, but his sharp tongue remained. With an icy countenance, he retorted, “He brought this upon himself.

He deserves it. Now he’s filled with regret. But what did he do when Laney was hurt before?” Natalie elbowed Brandon subtly, urging him to refrain from berating

Garrett in his current state.

Reluctantly, Brandon fell silent. After assisting the servant with settling Garrett, he returned to the villa with Natalie.

As Natalie prepared to relax on the sofa, she found herself swept up in Brandon’s arms, enveloped in a tight embrace. “What are you doing?” she protested, pushing against his chest to maintain distance. “I’m exhausted from everything that happened today.” Brandon gently held her hand, his voice low and sultry. “What transpired in the reception room earlier remains unfinished, and I long to continue…” A flush crept across Natalie’s cheeks, and she averted her gaze from Brandon’s intense stare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need to shower.” Brandon grasped her chin, compelling her to meet his eyes, desire palpable in his voice.

“You truly don’t recall? Allow me to jog your memory.”

Despite his advances, Natalie’s hands persisted in fending him off. Recognizing her genuine resistance, rather than flirtatious evasion, Brandon ceased his pursuit.

Puzzled, he inquired, “What’s wrong? Don’t you want this?” With downcast eyes and quivering lashes, Natalie’s voice was tinged with sorrow. “We haven’t been using protection for some time, yet I still haven’t conceived.”

the sight of his charming nursery reminded her of her own childlessness, weighing heavily on her

up, Brandon offered reassurance. “Let’s have a check-up together soon, to put your

countenance remained somber.

her, “Don’t fret. Having a child is a matter of fate. If it hasn’t happened yet, the time simply isn’t

hope so,” Natalie murmured, her tone still

there’s an issue, it’s likely mine. Would you abandon me

laughter bubbled forth, her spirits lifted by his comforting

sense of relief. He reached out once more, eager to rekindle their earlier

queried, his tone tinged

danced upon Natalie’s lips. “As I mentioned, I’m off to

well,” Brandon conceded, rolling

desires. Recognizing her genuine reluctance, he ceased his advances and dutifully retreated to his study to attend to

a document, a knock

gaze toward

eyes widened,

piece she had designed herself. Her

emphasized her full, round breasts and long, straight legs, which shimmered in the light like delicate diamonds, tempting anyone who

for him