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.”

charming nursery reminded her of her own childlessness, weighing heavily on her

up, Brandon offered reassurance. “Let’s have a check-up together

countenance remained somber. Embracing her

matter of fate. If it hasn’t happened yet,

murmured, her tone

issue, it’s likely mine. Would you abandon me if I were

laughter bubbled forth, her spirits lifted by his comforting

a sense of relief. He reached out once more, eager to rekindle their earlier passion. However, Natalie firmly held his

continuing?” Brandon queried, his tone tinged with disappointment, akin

I mentioned, I’m off to bathe. You’ll have to gratify

well,” Brandon conceded,

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

document, a knock on

directed his gaze toward

eyes widened, disbelief etched

a black, sexy lingerie piece she had designed herself. Her stunning

breasts and long, straight legs, which shimmered in the light like delicate diamonds,

Adam’s apple moved involuntarily, making it difficult for him to speak. Finally,