The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

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Chapter 643

Frank sat next to Brandon and smiled.

“Natalie is smarter than you think. Anyway, I can keep it a secret from her. But I don’t think you can

hide the truth for long.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Brandon stood up, grabbed his coat, and turned around to leave. But before he

could take a step, Frank spoke, making Brandon stop in his tracks.

“So Natalie has been unable to conceive? Why don’t you go to the hospital and have yourself

checked? Maybe there’s something wrong with your sperm. In that case, the sooner you find out, the

earlier you can receive treatment.”

Brandon looked at Frank with a smile, but his eyes said otherwise. Suddenly, he let out a chuckle and

said in a meaningful tone, “You do know you should worry about yourself first.”

Frank frowned and patted Brandon on the shoulder.

“What do you mean?”

“Elizabeth has been calling Natalie in the past few days to complain about you. Be careful. If my

memory serves me right, your girlfriend has only been with you for about two weeks.”

A look of fear flashed across Frank’s face. Brandon, on the other hand, walked out with a smirk.

“God. I was only joking. You’re so boring.” Frank slammed the door shut and sat back in his seat,

annoyed.

Brandon’s words echoed in Frank’s ears over and over again. He did not want to fall into Brandon’s

trap, especially since the latter was good at manipulating people’s emotions.

It was true that Frank and Elizabeth had recently had a conflict. And now, he was more flustered when

he found out that Elizabeth had been complaining about him to Natalie. It seemed that it was time he

had a serious talk with his girlfriend.

When Brandon returned to the ward, he saw Natalie standing by the hospital bed. Without a word, he

walked over to her and hugged her from behind.

Natalie smiled shyly and continued folding the clothes on the bed.

“I’ve packed the luggage and handed it over to Sean. He’ll comes back and take this last suitcase later.

Then, we can go home.”

Sean, who had been busy hauling their stuff into the car, suddenly rushed into the ward with sweat

dripping on his forehead.

“Mr. and Mrs. Larson, I don’t think you should go out yet. There are a lot of people outside who seem to

be newspaper reporters. They want to come in, but thankfully, they aren’t allowed to do so. They’re

arguing with the nurses outside.”

Brandon’s face darkened. Just as he was about to go out to see the situation outside, Natalie grabbed

his wrist.

“Don’t. Let’s leave through the backdoor. It’ll be troublesome if you get photographed by them.” Natalie

looked at Sean and confusedly asked, “Brandon getting admitted to the hospital was a secret. People

all believe he’s on a business trip abroad. Who could’ve spread the news?”

“Perhaps those reporters did not come for Mr. Larson. Apparently, there’s a celebrity who secretly

came to the hospital early in the morning for a check-up and hasn’t gone out yet. The media must’ve

heard about it, so they came to interview her,” Sean concluded.

“I’ll take Brandon out from the back door. Waiting here until they leave is definitely not a good idea.”

Natalie rummaged through the bags she had just packed while speaking. Turning around, she said,

“Sean, I need you to buy two hats.”

Sean touched the back of his head. He had no idea what Natalie wanted to do but he did as told and

bought two hats.

“Here are the hats. More reporters are waiting outside now.” Sean’s fi**gers shook as he closed the

door. He panted and turned around but Brandon wasn’t in the ward.

“Damn it!” Nervous, Sean was ready to run outside and look for Brandon.

A low voice then sounded from behind him.

“Sean, where are you going?”

Sean froze on his spot. Turning around, he found the man by the bathroom door. The tan skin made

the man’s eyes colder and deeper. Still, he was undeniably good-looking with his chiseled jaw and

sharp features. He now had an exotic charm.

“Mr. Larson?” Sean tried to look closely. The man in front of him was Brandon, yet he didn’t recognize

him.

Just then, a cheerful voice came from behind Brandon.

“What do you think? My makeup skill is not bad, right? Who knew the foundation I bought in the wrong

shade would come in handy right now?” A frown appeared on Sean’s face. He stared at Natalie who

now looked like a young man. A few moments passed before he stammered, “Mrs. Larson, why are

you dressed like that?”

Natalie had Brandon’s casual clothes on. They were fitting for Brandon but with Natalie wearing them,

the clothes looked loose. With her hair tied up, her smooth forehead and delicate eyebrows and eyes

were exposed. At a glance, she looked like a young college boy.

“The reporters won’t recognize me this way.” Natalie zipped her makeup bag before throwing it into the

suitcase.

“Sean, please take the luggage with you later.”

“Don’t worry, I will handle it,” Sean said, passing Natalie the hats. He watched them put on the hats and

finally burst out laughing.

“Even I can’t recognize you. I doubt the reporters outside would.” Brandon lowered his hat and looked

at Sean, “You should leave later. There might be reporters who recognize you. Some of them are

familiar with the Larson Group.”

Aside from being Brandon’s private assistant, Sean also deal with matters inside the company. Many of

Brandon’s photos that paparazzi took secretly had Sean in them.

Suddenly, something occurred to Natalie.

“And if Vivian asks about it, just tell her that Brandon was discharged.”

“I see. Don’t worry. You can go out now.” With the suitcase in hand, Sean waited quietly in the ward.

The reporters were guarding the backdoor too. They assumed that if Brandon and Natalie were to

escape, they would likely leave through the backdoor.

Natalie lowered her voice, mimicking a man, and said, “Excuse me, my boss just recovered from a

serious illness. If he gets hurt again because you’re blocking the way, there will be consequences!”

“I don’t know any big shot in Barnes who look like this.” These reporters seemed puzzled about who he

was.

However, this was an exclusive hospital known for its first-class practice. Many celebrities trusted the

institution and so most of them went to the VIP ward here. Getting familiar with every VIP patient was

impossible.

The reporters just let the two pass. Natalie walked in front, leading Brandon.

The black hat covered half of Brandon’s face. His eyes were fixed on his new bodyguard in front of him

who was leading the way. A small smile stretched his l*ps.

When they reached the car, Natalie took the wheel and drove Brandon home.

Brandon said nothing on the way. Natalie peeked at him through the rearview mirror, studying him up

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“Sir, is there something on your mind? Who angered you?”

Brandon lazily raised his eyes.

“You’re quite into this little role-play game, aren’t you?”

Surprised by his attitude, Natalie averted her eyes, focusing on the road.