Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 216

Brian glanced up, his gaze landing on her with a soft murmur, “Awake?”

Natalie, groggy with sleep, her limbs heavy and sore, slumped in the chair and met his eyes briefly without a word.

Brian squatted before her, slipping off her shoes and tossing them aside, his fingers leisurely unbuttoning her shirt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Natalie couldn’t help but frown in irritation.

“What am I doing?” Brian chuckled, retorting, “Didn’t you say you wanted to sleep? What’s wrong with bringing you to a hotel?”

Natalie was speechless.

After conquering her battle with shyness, Natalie was sharp–tongued and quick–witted in the company of others, never losing an argument. But faced with Brian’s biting wit, she often felt outmatched.

She wasn’t as thick–skinned or quick–thinking as he was.

his car, Natalie had intended to refuse to sign the document he’d

be alive to show up on the movie set the next day was a

couldn’t help but sigh. “Can you just

Brian’s

pouting. “It’s that time of

I don’t know about a woman’s

the 25th of the previous month, and it

20th of this month.

had bought her necessities when she had her first period at fifteen. He knew her body better than she

hoped to claim she was wearing a liner to trick him into thinking her period had started.

days!” she protested with a stern

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think with your spare time, you’d

with shock as

to mention other women’s names to my face,” Brian said, his brow furrowed with a stern voice.