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.

note of challenge in his

standoff, she relented and bit it as he intended to feed her

satisfied, then set the

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

when her slight frame barely tipped the

Chapter 208

dishes and a soup. It wasn’t a feast, but each was

bites when her gaze lifted to Brian across

eyes scrutinizing a particular clause in

the nearby

began but stopped when he saw Natalie sitting outside, dining and clad in

murmured,

sir,” Bagot nodded, then left.

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

cutlery down, cleaned her mouth with a napkin, and was about to

he reached out and caught

Natalie felt his hand press against her waist, keeping her from leaving. “Is it not to

Natalie replied with a frown.

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

inside.

another piece and held it up to her lips.

eat anymore,”

a note of challenge in his

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

her until he was satisfied, then

would let her go, but Brian placed his hand on her belly and

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