The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 759

Chapter 759

With a raised eyebrow, he replied, “I’ve paid them a portion of their salaries in advance.”

Natalie was momentarily speechless. “You…”

Fearing her anger, Brandon added, “If it truly bothers you, you can repay me once the studio turns a profit.”

Unexpectedly, this only fueled Natalie’s anger.

She seethed with anger at Brandon’s unilateral decision-making, feeling as if he wanted to control her life.

She then stormed out without a backward glance.

Brandon could only sigh and helplessly followed her.

As she fumed, Natalie remembered she hadn’t changed the address on the social platform. Pulling out her phone, she angrily updated it on the go.

She refused to use the shop Brandon had secured as her studio!

Absorbed in her task, Natalie was startled by a car horn and heard a man shouting, “Get out of the way! Move!”

Perplexed, Natalie lifted her head. In a heartbeat, her eyes widened with terror as she found herself staring into the path of an oncoming motorcycle.

Although she yearned to evade the imminent danger, the sight of the speeding motorcycle left her paralyzed.

Fear consumed her, stealing away any chance to react in time.

Just as the motorcycle was about to collide with Natalie, a strong grip yanked her back.

She found herself enveloped by Brandon’s arms.

His sturdy chest shielded her as they tumbled to the ground, followed by a muffled groan beneath her.

“Are you okay?” Brandon asked, concern lacing his voice. “Did you get hurt?”

Suddenly lucid, tears welled in Natalie’s eyes. Scrambling to her feet, she anxiously inspected him for injuries. “I’m fine. Are you hurt?”

“Ouch!” Brandon winced, raising his left hand. “My hand hurts. I think it’s dislocated.”

Natalie flew into a panic. She choked back tears. “We need to get to a hospital.”

Gently extending his right hand, Brandon wiped away Natalie’s tears. “It’s not a problem. Let’s head home; we have a family doctor.”

“Okay…” Nodding through sobs, Natalie gingerly supported him. “Be careful. Don’t t*ouch your left hand.”

Seeing her concern, Brandon’s heart softened.

She was so endearing.

Upon arriving home, Natalie rushed to find the doctor.

“Honey, wait.”

Her hand was suddenly caught by Brandon.

Puzzled, she turned to see him holding her with his supposedly injured left hand.

He tricked her!

Realizing she’d been deceived, Natalie tried to wrench free and flee.

But in the next instant, she found herself swept into Brandon’s arms as he carried her toward the bedroom.

“Brandon!”

Natalie’s voice came out sweet—the honeyed lilt sending heat creeping through Brandon’s body.

“I want you,”

Brandon growled, throwing Natalie onto the soft bed.

The sight of her sprawled down on the bed, eyes blown wide with wanton pleasure, made the tightness in his pants unbearable.

He tore off the rest of her clothes, bearing all of her to him.

Natalie’s slender body trembled from the sudden contact with the cold air.

Soon, she felt heat engulfing her as Brandon’s body came closer, chasing away the chill.

He lifted her leg with one hand while the other held her hip and cupped her buttocks, drawing her closer to him.

His eyes went to the unobstructed view of her center as her legs were spread open.

Her hot flesh was pink and glistening with moisture as if inviting him for a taste.

Brandon felt as if his mouth had suddenly gone dry.

He licked his lips and swallowed, straightening his waist and pushing into her inch by inch.

“Brandon…”

Natalie’s eyes closed, her small hands gripping his strong arms.

She felt light-headed, the sensations pouring over her like a deluge.

“You’re so tight.”

Brandon breathed.

Then, in one smooth motion, he thrust deep into her.

“Ah!”