Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 113

Natalie had her hand stung as she lifted it to her gaze, noticing the raw abrasion across her palm where the skin had broken and bled.

“Does it hurt?” a voice suddenly inquired.

She turned to find a young man about Brian’s age standing nearby, his eyes peering at her through gold–rimmed glasses.

She was never one for many words. Taken aback by the unexpected kindness, Natalie found herself tongue–tied, struggling to muster a response.

Brian emerged from the backyard and upon seeing Natalie sprawled on the ground, he rushed over to inspect her wound, his voice firm. “Benjamin, grab the antiseptic.”

“You have no manners, you know. You should call me Uncle Benjamin,” said the spectacled young man with a chuckle.

Brian ignored the comment and gently helped Natalie to the curb, pulling out a pack of tissues. to carefully clean the grit from her hands.

Benjamin returned with the first aid, sitting opposite them. He watched Brian tend to Natalie’s wounds and asked softly, “This little girl can barely speak a full sentence. Why did they say she’s after your inheritance? What do you think?”

Brian darkened his gaze as he looked down at Natalie, swirling his eyes with complex

emotions.

under his intense stare, feeling as though he could devour her

clearly discern his lack of affection

murmured, as if

didn’t approve, your dad would probably never marry Audrey. Or, maybe after a few years, he’ll tire of them and

his grip on Natalie’s

wealth. She didn’t understand why they spoke of her that way. She just gazed at Brian and said

from Brian. She knew all too well that returning to the Wright family would be the end of her. Even if the Howard

Benjamin chuckled beside them. “Brian, I swear, one day this girl will be

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to the car. Natalie had thought she wouldn’t ever be a

knocking on the

and checked the time. It was just past seven in

morning.

Nate would be waking soon, she threw on a robe

disgruntled face of OldMate from