Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 175

Natalie had just drifted off to sleep, or so it seemed when a sudden presence beside her stirred her into alertness. She felt a hand gently lifting the hem of her shirt. Her instincts were always razor–sharp, and as her mind snapped awake, she ripped off her sleep mask.

The cabin was dark, with the window shades pulled down and the lights off. In the dimness, Natalie saw Brian sitting at the foot of her bed, quietly watching her.

Wasn’t he supposed to have left on a private jet with Gracia?

She thought she must be in the throes of a nightmare.

A quick pinch to her skin confirmed the pain was real, not a dream.

“Does your back hurt?” Brian’s voice broke the silence, a soft inquiry as his hand rested near her lower back, where her old injury lay beneath the lifted fabric.

“Not too much,” Natalie replied curtly, pushing his hand away and reaching to call for the flight attendant.

However, several minutes elapsed without any response even after she had pressed the button. “No one will come. Not without my permission,” Brian said evenly, and his gaze fixed on her.

around and realized that they were alone

he chartered the

asked softly, “Do

Instead, he rummaged through Natalie’s bag that lay beside her. His search stopped as he found a tube of pain relief cream, and incidentally, his gaze caught

tossed the bag aside, and began to apply the cream to

the other hand, drawing

bed, with Brian blocking any escape, she instinctively tried to dodge his touch, but she couldn’t break

had felt a suffocating sense of being confined. Even though Brian was unaware of her multiple identities, she

need your help. Nor your pity,” Natalie said through clenched teeth, pressing her hand against the wound on her back.

predictable, marked by a harsh blow swiftly followed by a sweet consolation. He thought a little kindness would make her forget the gunshot he had fired at Kellan

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a living, breathing person, not a canary caged by