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.”

toward Garrett’s predicament tonight, the sight of his charming nursery reminded her of her own childlessness,

a check-up together soon, to put your mind

nodded, but her countenance remained somber. Embracing

fret. Having a child is a matter of fate. If it hasn’t

her tone still

“Even if there’s an issue, it’s likely mine. Would you abandon

laughter bubbled forth, her spirits lifted by his comforting

reached out once more, eager to rekindle their earlier passion. However, Natalie firmly held his hand, fixing him with a

not continuing?” Brandon queried, his tone tinged

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

well,” Brandon conceded, rolling over

desires. Recognizing her genuine reluctance, he ceased

Brandon poured over a document, a knock on

gaze

widened, disbelief etched upon

the door, Natalie donned a black, sexy lingerie piece she had designed herself. Her stunning

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

making it difficult for him to speak. Finally, he stammered,