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.

said, a note

a brief standoff, she relented and bit it as he intended to feed her more of

satisfied,

her 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 a message. “From now on, you need to eat until you’re full

grown taller since the days when her slight frame barely tipped the scales, yet

Chapter 208

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

when her

his eyes scrutinizing a

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

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

murmured, “Tell

Bagot nodded, then left.

rush to, yet he hadn’t taken a bite to eat. After

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

As he sat down, he reached out and caught

her from leaving. “Is it not to

full,” Natalie replied with

a piece of the steak, a Western adaptation of the classic dish she always loved. It was just as good as she remembered, crispy on

inside.

another piece and

anymore,” she repeated.

a note of challenge in his voice.

bit it as

fed her until he was satisfied, then set the fork

go, but Brian placed his hand

sick with fullness, her stomach slightly protruding. Brian’s gentle strokes sent a message. “From now on, you