The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 645 After a while, both of them burst into laughter. Brandon held her hand and sq***zed it reassuringly.

“Honey, it's all over now.” Natalie's heart was brimming. She couldn't believe their precious memories had finally cback to be cherished for life.

Natalie sobbed and buried her face into Brandon's arm. He comforted her by gently smoothening her hair. She wiped her tears on his T-shirt and straightened up again. After a pause, she said with a smile, “Now that your memory is back, | can’t trick into believing you owemoney anymore.” Brandon put his arms around her and pulled her closer.

“All my money is yours, sweetie. You can take it whenever you want.” A warm smile surfaced on Natalie's ruddy face. She looked deep into Brandon's eyes.

Brandon pinched her soft cheeks and leaned over to k**s her gently on the I*ps.

Natalie's mouth was half-open, as she was rising to k**s him back. But she suddenly remembered something and put a fi**ger to his I"ps, stopping him.

“Aren't you going to work?” she then asked.

“I'm on leave today so | can spend twith you,” he whispered. Following her cues, Brandon started k**sing her fi**gers, slowly moving toward her wrist. Just as he started brushing his I"ps against her arm, Natalie’s phone rang.

It was Elizabeth. It took Natalie a second to compose herself again as her heart was racing from Brandon's touch. At last, she cleared her throat and answered the call.

“Hey, Lizzie. What's up?” “You haven't reached the office yet, so | just called to make sure you won't be late. Today is Tasha’s last day at work before she starts her maternity leave. We have to organize a farewell party for her.” Natalie looked at Brandon, pouting her mouth.

“Okay, I'll be there soon,” she said and hung up.

“Sorry, sweetie, | forgot. I'll have to go to work soon.” Natalie put her phone aside and held Brandon's face and k**sed him again.

“Rest well at home, honey.

I'll see you when | get back.” “Go ahead. I'll work a little and rest. I'll miss you.” Caressing her hair, Brandon added, “Be careful, okay?” “Yes, don’t worry.” Understanding his concern, she smiled and walked upstairs to get changed and then headed to work.

Brandon stood up to clean the table after she left.

His head was filled with thoughts about the company. He realized how inactive Vivian had been of late. Something seemed really wrong with it.

In the kitchen, Brandon took off the apron and called Sean up to get an update.

“Hello, Mr. Larson! How are you doing? Aren't you on leave today?” Sean was surprised to receive a call from Brandon.

“Keep an eye on Vivian. She has been too quiet of late,” said Brandon concisely, ignoring all of his other questions. Before hanging up, he added, “Sort out the company’s documents and send them over. I'll work from htoday.” It was raining nonstop in Barnes in the past few days.

While Vivian was driving to the Larson Group's building, the drizzle outside gradually turned into torrential rain. Suddenly, a familiar figure of a woman appeared on the road.

Like always, she was elegantly dressed and was holding an umbrella to shield herself from the rain. Vivian watched as the woman joined the crowd not far away.

When she saw the woman's face, her eyes widened in shock.

“Miss Turner?” she mumbled to herself.

But the next second, Charts’ figure disappeared into the crowd.

Without thinking, Vivian rushed out of the car and followed Charts.

“Miss Turner, wait! Did you poison Mr. Larson? Tell me!” Theories flooded Vivian's mind one after another. She wanted to find out the truth right then and there, but Charts seemed to have vanished in thin air.

All of a sudden, Vivian felt a cold hand slap her back. She instinctively looked back and saw Charts standing behind her.

In a blink of an eye, Charis appeared in front of Vivian, reached out her hands, and tried to strangle Vivian.

“Why didn’t you take revenge for me? Why?! You even betrayed me.” Charis’ delicate face looked so ferocious right now. It was unlike the gentle and elegant woman Vivian remembered. She was terrifying.

Meanwhile, Vivian could not breathe. Just as she felt she was going to pass out, she jolted awake.

It was a dream! Vivian touched her neck and took deep breaths. Her nightmare felt so real that her body broke into a cold sweat.

At this moment, she looked outside the window and saw it was still dark. In a daze, she went to the bathroom and splashed her face with ice cold water. Before dawn, Vivian drove into a villa in the suburbs. It was one of the Turner family’s properties as well.

“Is he still fighting back?” Vivian asked one of her subordinates. She couldn't fall asleep after having that nightmare, so she decided to chere.

“I've tied him up, but he wouldn’t shut up.” Vivian dismissed her subordinates and opened the iron door to the basement. As she did so, a stink wafted into her senses.

Upon hearing the door open, the blindfolded man shouted, “Why did you kidnap me? Mr. Larson, | didn’t do anything! | swear to God I'm innocent!” With a sneer tugging at the corners of Vivian's mouth, she dragged a chair for her to sit in front of the man.

“If you didn’t do anything, why did you leave your hometown and feign your death, leaving your 70-year-old mother alone? The salary of a rescue team isn't low as far as | know.” Along tago, when Natalie was in danger, Brandon personally participated in the search. But for sunknown reason, he fainted on the rescue ship.

After the investigation, Vivian realized that Arion Quinn, the man who had offered Brandon the drink before he fainted and lost his memory, was suspicious.