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.

eaten,” he said, a note of challenge in

bit it as he intended to feed her

fed her until he was satisfied, then set the fork down.

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,

had grown taller since the days when her

Chapter 208

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

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

deeply, his eyes scrutinizing a particular clause in the

approached from around the corner of the nearby elevator, speaking in hushed tones, “Mr.

saw Natalie sitting outside, dining and

Natalie and murmured, “Tell them to

Bagot nodded,

to rush to, yet he hadn’t taken a bite to eat. After a moment’s thought, she said softly, “I’m

set her cutlery down, cleaned her mouth with a napkin, and was about to get up when Brian

As he sat down, he reached out and caught Natalie’s wrist, pulling her onto his

her from leaving. “Is it not to your taste?” he asked

full,” Natalie replied with a frown.

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

inside.

piece and held

can’t eat anymore,”

hardly eaten,” he said, a note of challenge in

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

was satisfied, then set the

go, but Brian placed

gentle strokes sent a