The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 671 “Beal, come here now!” Johanna threw him a cold glance Beal stood behind her obediently. Johanna motioned to the guards to part and let her through. She pursed her lips and jutted her chin. “It's entirely your fault this time.

You must show some humility if you want to win Natalie back Otherwise, no one else can save your marriage.” “Honey, please, let's be civil. What's done is done,” Beal whispered in Johanna’s ear. “It's between the two of them after all.” “I'm supporting Natalie. Something we should have done a long time ago. If you are partial to Brandon Larson, perhaps you should move in with him.” Johanna glared at Beal. » Brandon wanted to thank his father-in-law for his support. He extended a sincere invitation. “Mr. White, if you ever want to move in with me, you are more than welcome. Any time.” Beal shook his head. “Thank you, but | prefer my own bed and my dear wife. You two will have to discuss this without me. I'm in the middle of cooking.” Beal knew all about Johanna’s stubborn temper. If he left the White family, it would be difficult for him to return.

Beal smiled at Johanna and then strolled into the house with his hands behind his back.

Watching Beal retreat, Brandon sighed. He knew that he wouldn't discover the whereabouts of Natalie today, and he didn’t want to fight Johanna head on.

After bowing politely, he handed two bags of snacks to Johanna and said, “Mrs. White, please give these to Natalie They are all her favorites, and she didn’t take many tiling’s with her when she left. If she needs anything, anything at all, she can call Sean, and he will have it delivered here.” Brandon returned to his car. Several black luxury cars then drove slowly away.

Beal poked his head out and asked, “Why did you drive him away? He sounded sincere, and | doubt he deserved ie.” “Aren’t you supposed to be cooking?” Johanna raised her eyebrows. Her face was an impenetrable mask of serenity. thought I'd help you with the bags. He brought so many things.” With a flattering smile, Beal took the bags from Johanna. When he saw the snacks in them, he smiled and said, “These are all Natalie's favorite foods. There's yogurt, and ice cream. Brandon is being very considerate. He even remembered what you like to eat and included that as well.” Johanna’s anger dissipated. She noticed a letter in one of the bags. She pulled it out and opened it.

“It’s a letter for Natalie. We shouldn't open it. Natalie will be angry if she finds out.” Beal wanted to take the envelope from his wife. He could not approve of the invasion of privacy.

“I'm checking whether there’s any sweet nothings in there. Brandon is a schemer, and Natalie won't find out as long as you keep your mouth shut.” Johanna opened the letter and read it.

As Johanna read the handwritten words, tears welled up in her eyes.

She hadn’t thought Brandon would write so beautifully The words sounded sincere. She couldn't help but be moved and knew that if Natalie read it. she would definitely forgive Brandon.

The snacks and the letter worked together to dispel the rest of Johanna’s anger. When she resealed the letter, she no longer blamed Brandon.

While Johanna was wiping away her tears, Beal sent a message with Natalie's temporary address to Brandon.

“Mr. Larson, are we heading back to the office?” Sean used the rearview mirror to study the man sitting in the back seat.

Brandon hadn't said a word since he got in the car. Before visiting the White family, Brandon had asked Sean to clear his work schedule; he was free all day.

“Mr. Larson? Would you like me to take you home? I'll return to the company and handle any issues while you rest,” Sean suggested.

Brandon's phone rang before he could answer. Sean was debating whether to take Brandon to the office or go there alone when Brandon suddenly barked an order at him, “Drive me to Malus Bay.” “Okay.” Sean turned the car around and still voiced his doubts. “Is this a good idea? Malus Bay belongs to the White family, and you just had an argument with Mrs. White.” “Just drive me there and try to avoid any of the White's spies.” Looking down, Brandon sent a message of thanks to Beal.

Beal sent a second message to remind Brandon that Natalie was still angry. His daughter got her temper and stubbornness from her mother Johanna. Beal warned Brandon not to push her too hard; doing so would only make things worse.

Brandon changed the plan. “Sean, drive me to W Marks instead. Natalie should be at work now.” Around ten minutes later, a sports car parked in front of the W Marks Studio attracting a crowd of admirers.

Sean closed the car windows. Brandon had never enjoyed being the center of attention. Brandon gazed out of the window. The streetlights cast shadows on his angular side face, making him look mysterious and melancholy.

Sean had never seen Brandon like this. Who would have thought that the all-mighty Brandon Larson would be snared by love? Sean believed Natalie was a woman with strong principles She might look gentle and quiet, but if someone crossed a line, she would not find it easy to forgive, t Brandon would have to work hard for her forgiveness.

“What are you thinking? Are you grinning?” Brandon tasked Sean, catching a glimpse of his face in the rearview mirror. “It’s nothing, Mr. Larson. Mrs. Larson should finish work soon.” Sean raised his wrist and checked his watch.

Brandon stared out of the window again. He clenched his hands, an unconscious habit when he felt nervous.

Time moved slowly. Every minute felt like an hour. Natalie had only been gone for three days, but it felt as though months had passed, maybe longer. He missed her.

Sean rested his elbows on the steering wheel and looked out of the window. Something was wrong. Ten minutes after the office had closed and Natalie had not yet emerged.

Suddenly, Sean stuttered, “Mr. Larson, do you think Mrs. Larson has gone home already? Should we go to Malus Bay?” Noticing Sean’s anxious tone, Brandon looked ahead. He saw Draco outside the office and a woman beside him.

The woman wore a pure white dress and held Draco’s arm They seemed intimate.

She wore very little makeup, and her smile was beautiful and bright. At first glance, the woman looked just like Natalie.

“That woman... She cannot be Mrs. Larson... And even if it was her, how could we be certain what was really going on? Maybe she was simply going shopping with Mr. Wesley. Nothing about that suggests she’s cheating on you, sir.” Sean’s voice was trembling.

From a distance, he noticed someone resembling Natalie and Draco walking out. That was why he proposed to drive away —he didn’t want Brandon to see them and get the wrong idea.

Days were always shorter in winter. The skies turn darker earlier. In the dim light, it was impossible for Sean to clearly see Brandon's expression. However, when his gaze zeroed in on Draco outside the window, Brandon's eyes became colder than the season.

Sean took a deep breath, knowing speaking up would be useless at this point. He started the car and silently followed Draco and Natalie.