The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 616 Without Brandon's approval, no one dared to let Frank into his ward, even if he was one of the top doctors.

Frank didn’t have a choice. He waited impatiently in the hospital for a long tuntil Sean called him back.

“What's the matter, Dr. Watson?” Sean asked in concern as he just checked his call log and found that Frank had called him many times.

“Tell the person in charge to letin. | want to see Brandon,” Frank snapped impatiently. He then handed his phone begrudgingly to the person in charge of the hospital, who was keeping him out of the ward.

After a word with Sean, the person in charge allowed Frank entry and roughly caught him up with Brandon's condition.

Frank looked worried after hearing about Brandon's condition. He pushed the door open and rushed in. He had expected Brandon to be in a coma. However, he saw two people kissing intimately instead.

He was stunned and quickly looked away. He frowned and scolded, “Brandon! You are injured. Please be more mindful of your own health!” Natalie got out of Brandon’s arms in a hurry. She covered her red face and stood next to the edge of the bed.

“Frank, why are you here?” she asked awkwardly.

“He must have seen the news,” Brandon hazarded a guess. He leaned calmly against a pillow and said patiently, “Frank, I'm fine.” Frank looked slightly annoyed and nagged, “Last time, you were admitted because your memory was affected by drugs. This time, you are suffering from a concussion. I'm afraid that you will need further head scans to check if there are any problems that may be missed during the general examination.” “It has been a while since he was drugged. Is there anything wrong with his head now?” Natalie asked worriedly.

The nervous look on Frank’s face gave Natalie the idea that something might be wrong. Feeling her anxiety rising, she pushed, “Frank, are you keeping something from us?” “Well...” Frank hesitated. He had never lied to Natalie before. However, when he saw the threat in Brandon's eyes, he coughed and assured Natalie, “No, there's nothing wrong. | was just worried about Brandon. I've recently acquired sadvanced medical instruments in my hospital and thought that | can give Brandon a more thorough check-up.” Natalie looked at Brandon coldly and pouted, “I saw you winking at Frank just now. Are you two hiding something from me?” Brandon immediately sat upright and tried to explain, “I was just blinking my eyes because they were sore.” Frank quickly supported Brandon, “Natalie, if anything happens to Brandon, I'll let you know immediately.” Natalie was still skeptical, but she did not have any evidence to prove her doubts. Brendan's heart softened as he looked at Natalie's disappointed expression.

Brandon smiled softly and patted her head. “I was in a hurry to find you and | haven't had dinner yet. I'm so hungry now. | want to eat something,” he hinted to Natalie in a low voice and looked at her with his puppy eyes.

Natalie nodded readily, but then she realized how strange it was since he seldom asked for anything.

“Is there anything you'd like to it?” Natalie prodded with a sweet smile.

She had a nagging suspicion that Brandon wanted her to leave because he had something private to discuss with Frank.

This feeling had been with her for a long tnow. Whenever Brandon and Frank were in the sroom together, they always acted suspiciously.

Brandon had no appetite, and this was his way to distract Natalie anyway, so he said, “The doctor toldnot to eat anything for the night. I'm supposed to have stests tomorrow morning with an empty stomach. But | would like it if you cooked something forfor tomorrow’s breakfast after the tests. Why don’t you go hand get a proper rest? You can cback in the morning with my breakfast.” “Oh, | see,” Natalie said in a pointed tone, making no move to exit the room. When Brandon looked up, he caught a faint smile dancing on her lips.

“What's wrong?” He sat up straight, his chest tightening inexplicably.

The atmosphere in the room grew tense. In the blink of an eye, Natalie's expression turned serious, and she whirled around to stare at Frank. “Tellthe truth! What the hell are you two hiding from me?” Brandon stole a nervous glance at the other man.

Frank was a clever guy, and he knew how to get a hint. When he replied, his tone was so sincere that anyone would have easily believed his lies. “I promise, we are not hiding anything from you. People are naturally vulnerable when they are ill or injured, and Brandon is especially so after he got hurt in the head. Mood swings and changes of habits happen, and he just needs particular care to recuperate.” “Very good,” Natalie said, her smile reappearing. Although her voice was light, there was a vehemence to her words. “If | find out that you and Brandon lied to me, | definitely won't let you off.” She could tell that Frank was lying, but she just couldn't prove it.

As for Frank, his back broke out in cold sweat, and his heart thundered frantically inside his chest. Tiptoeing around this couple was as challenging as performing the most delicate surgery on a dying patient. It was all he could do not to cave in to the pressure.

Still, he persevered. Frank took a deep breath and buried the secret in his heart. “Don’t worry. | am a doctor. Why would | lie about a patient's condition?” Still smiling, Natalie stared long and hard at Frank, and then at Brandon. “All right. | believe you. I'll go and arrange for a leave of absence at the studio. Have a good rest, Brandon.” “Be careful on your way,” her husband replied eagerly. “Callwhen you get home.” “Okay, don’t spend too much ttalking to Frank. The doctor said you need plenty of rest.” Doubt flashed in Natalie's eyes, but it was gone in the next second. She bid goodbye to Frank, and then left the ward.

Frank watched her go, and immediately closed the door when she disappeared down the corridor. He leaned against the door and heaved a long sigh. “Your wife sure is a tricky one.” “Natalie is a smart woman. We won't be able to hide it from her forever. How long do I still have?” Brandon didn’t look like a man suffering from the debilitating pain of disease. If anything, he looked... serene.

“Don’t say such horrible words,” Frank admonished, his face darkening. “I've checked your X-rays and medical records. They look fine.” “There is one thing, though,” Brandon said slowly. “I’m not sure if it's good or bad, but the two years’ worth of memory that | lost is coming back tobit by bit.” Frank was surprised to hear this. He hurried over to Brandon's side and asked, “How do you feel? The human brain is truly an enigma. Perhaps the impact from the blow you just suffered might bring back your lost memories. You'll have to keep an eye on your b*ody and watch out for headaches. Your case is one of a kind. I'm afraid | can’t give a diagnosis so easily. | need more information.” “Actually, | no longer experience a headache whenever I try to recall the past,” Brandon explained, his brows furrowed. “But what about those side effects that you mentioned before?” Frank mustered a bitter smile. “Look at you, acting all frightened for once. You've always been so fearless.” Brandon said nothing.

Frank was right—he had been fearless in the past. But when Natalie appeared in his life, he suddenly had a formidable weakness. His heart broke at the mere thought of her weeping for him.

Frank reached out and patted him on the shoulder. “Based on your current condition, chances are high that you would completely recover from your amnesia. Of course, there is no way of knowing what the future holds, but all the information and results we have on hand show that you are fine. Don’t worry too much.” Brandon smiled at that, but then his eyes were arrested on a lipstick mark on the collar of Frank's shirt. “So, you can dally around with women, after all. Why is it that you still don’t have a girlfriend?”