The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 602 Or did Sean just agree to have dinner with her last night because he was investigating her? Vivian's eyes darkened. She wasn't sure if it was Brandon's directive to let Sean do it or if it was just his instinctive vigilance as Brandon's assistant.

It seemed that she had to make a long-term plan to take revenge on the Larson Group.

In the office on the top floor.

Brandon's hard expression softened once Vivian left. “How are you feeling? Is everything okay? I called the doctor from the infirmary and asked him to cand see you.” Sean noticed a shift in Brandon's tone and looked up at him, puzzled.

Realizing that Brandon wasn’t mad at him, but instead cared of him, Sean dared to ask, “Mr. Larson, aren't you angry anymore?” With a poker face, Brandon declared, “I knew you went to Vivian to get sinformation.” When Sean realized Brandon had grasped his meaning, he was greatly moved. Eventually, after much effort, he succeeded in getting Brandon to appreciate his efforts.

Just as Sean was basking in his own thoughts, Brandon suddenly spoke in a more serious tone, his eyes emanating a cold light. “But Vivian isn’t someone to be trifled with, especially if she really has ties to that pharmacologist. It’s extremely dangerous. If we approach Vivian without being well-prepared, it could even raise her suspicions.” After dining with Vivian the previous night, Sean had also cto this realization. He had been impulsive and failed to appreciate the gravity of the situation. “I won't be as reckless as | was last night,” he vowed.

Just then, the doctor entered the room. Sean leaned back on the sofa to cooperate with the doctor's examination. It was only then that Sean had a chance to rest. As he calmed down, his mind becmuch clearer. Suddenly, the events of the previous night cback to him.

Sean's face gradually turned grim, and the doctor was at a loss as to the cause of this sudden shift. He cautiously inquired, “Are you feeling unwell or something? Tellwhere it hurts.” Sean took a deep breath and his face darkened as if he had remembered something extremely unpleasant.

It wasn’t because of a physical issue, but rather as the memories returned, Sean slowly remembered what had happened the previous night.

He had confessed his love to Estella and kissed her, but then fell asleep and didn’t take things further. The next day, he said he needed to be responsible for her.

“Ah!!! This is so embarrassing!” Sean scratched his head and yelled. It was mortifying. He wished he could just vanish.

Startled, Brandon stood up and checked on Sean. “Where is he injured? Why is he crying so painfully?” The doctor was also taken aback. He took two steps back and said seriously, “As of now, | haven't found any visible injuries on him. It's possible that Sean was drugged or something, so | recommend that he go to the hospital for a full examination.” Sean curled up on the sofa and covered his red face, not wanting to confront the situation.

His heart was shattered. He had effectively killed his own love before it had a chance to blossom.

The doctor packed up his things and left. As he left the room, he reiterated, “I believe Sean is seriously hurt. It would be best for him to go to the hospital as soon as possible.” Brandon knelt down beside Sean and patted him comfortingly on the shoulder, saying in a firm tone, “Don’t sweat it, Sean. I'll take you to the hospital, no questions asked.” Sean peered out from behind half-closed eyes, looking disgruntled. “Mr. Larson, please leavebe. I'll be okay.

It's just too mortifying. | can’t bring myself to forgive myself.” Brandon's expression grew somber. The previous evening, he had asked Estella to send Sean home. He had hoped to set them up on a date, but he had obviously overestimated Sean.

“Listen, now that you've cto terms with your flaw, it’s tto face it head-on. Don’t be wishy- washy. Be a man,” Brandon said sternly, yanking Sean up by the collar.

Sean was taken aback for a moment, and then asked a question that both amused and annoyed Brandon. “How do | solve it? Do you think Estella still has feelings for me?” Brandon hoisted Sean to his feet and made him stand upright. He narrowed his eyes and replied, “Sean! Snap out of it! Estella was the one who offered to take you hlast night. You blew your chance, buddy!” Sean buried his face in his hands and raked his fingers through his hair, filled with remorse.

Sighing, Brandon gave Sean a swift kick from behind and exclaimed, “Cheer up!” Natalie couldn't shake the events of the previous night from her mind. She had a feeling that Estella and Sean had fallen for each other, so when she saw Estella at the door of W Marks Stuthe following day, she assumed that Estella was there to share the good news.

“What a surprise, Natalie!” Estella greeted Natalie with a smile and handed her a bag. “I brought you streats.” Accepting the bag, Natalie asked with a smile, “Is everything okay? Did things go well with Sean and are you here to thankfor my help?” “I'm in high spirits right now. Can we not talk about that buffoon?” Estella sighed. “We just had a big fight.” Natalie was a little thrown off.

Last night was the perfect opportunity for them to take things to the next level! Why did Sean and Estella have a fight last night out of all times? Noticing Estella’s dejected expression, Natalie didn’t know how to console her. She could only pat Estella on the shoulder and say, “You'll work it out.” She tried to change the subject, “You're not just here to givedesserts, are you? Is there a problem with the dress | designed for you again?” Estella smiled mysteriously, “I'm actually here to introduce sclients to you!” She called out to the people outside the studio, “Everyone, cin!” Five or six women entered the studio.

“So this is the W Marks Studio? Its decor is off the hook.” “Estella, why didn’t you bring us here earlier?” From the teasing tone of their voices, it was clear that these women were close friends with Estella.