Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 208

There were five dishes and a soup. It wasn’t a feast, but each was Natalie’s favorite.

She had taken a few bites when her gaze lifted to Brian across the room.

Brian was frowning deeply, his eyes scrutinizing a particular clause in the contract before firm.

Bagot approached from around the corner of the nearby elevator, speaking in hushed tones, “ME. Howard, they…”

He began but stopped when he saw Natalie sitting outside, dining and clad in Brian’s shirt. He turned his back, not continuing,

Brian glanced at Natalie and murmured, “Tell them to keep waiting.”

“Yes, sir,” Bagot nodded, then left.

Natalie guessed that Brian probably had a meeting to rush to, yet he hadn’t taken a bite to eat. After a moment’s thought, she said softly, “I’m full.”

She set her cutlery down, cleaned her mouth with a napkin, and was about to get up when Brian approached, eyeing the barely touched dishes on the table.

He wasn’t in a hurry. As he sat down, he reached out and caught Natalie’s wrist, pulling her onto his lap.

Remembering his touch, Natalie felt his hand press against her waist, keeping her from leaving. “Is it not to your taste?” he asked quietly.

“I’m full,” Natalie replied with a frown.

Brian picked up a fork and tried a plece of the steak, a Western adaptation of the classic dish she always loved. It was just as good as she remembered, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside.

Without hesitation, he speared another piece and held it up to her lips.

“I can’t eat anymore,” she repeated.

he said, a note of challenge

she relented and bit it as he intended to feed her more of her

her until he was satisfied, then

go, but Brian placed his hand on her belly and gently rubbed it. Natalie felt sick with fullness, her stomach slightly protruding. Brian’s gentle strokes sent

since the days when her

Chapter 208

soup. It wasn’t a

had taken a few bites when her gaze lifted to Brian across the room.

deeply, his eyes scrutinizing a particular clause in

the nearby elevator, speaking in hushed tones, “Mr. Howard,

stopped when he saw Natalie sitting outside, dining and clad in Brian’s shirt. He turned

Natalie and murmured,

Bagot nodded, then

Brian probably had a meeting to rush to, yet he hadn’t taken a bite to eat. After a

napkin, and was about to get up when Brian approached, eyeing the barely touched dishes

hurry. As he sat down, he reached out and

against her waist, keeping her from leaving. “Is it not to your taste?” he

Natalie replied

adaptation of the classic dish she always loved. It was just as good as she remembered, crispy on the outside, tender on the

inside.

speared another piece and held it up to her

can’t eat anymore,” she repeated.

a note

bit it as he intended to feed her more

fed her until he was satisfied, then set the fork

placed his hand on

protruding. Brian’s gentle strokes sent a message. “From now on, you need to