The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 623 However, Brandon did not feel a shred of pity for Kathie. His expression darkened and he glared at her with bloodshot eyes.

The memory of two years ago swept over him like a storm. His wife was almost raped, almost fell down from a building, almost assassinated, and had a car accident... He couldn't allow anyone to hurt Natalie again.

“Take the two away and interrogate them until you get something useful out of them,” Brandon ordered. He believed that the two were still hiding something, and he was not going to let them off the hook so lightly.

“What! Mr. Larson, you can interrogate Kathie alone. Why do I have to be interrogated too?” Ameer asked as his voice trembled with fear. Kathie could probably bear the torture during the interrogation because she was still young, but his old b*ody would most likely die in Brandon’s hands.

Kathie held on to a corner of the tea table tightly and refused to be dragged away. She shook her head and cried, “It's not me, Mr. Larson. | really didn’t do anything.” “Stop!” Natalie shouted suddenly. She then lowered her voice after getting their attention, “I found other clues regarding the accident. We should review them first before deciding if they are indeed guilty or not.” Brandon pinched his eyebrows tightly and felt a sharp pain in his temples. He raised his hand and said tiredly, “Take these two people out. I'll deal with them later.” After the b*odyguards left, Natalie went back to Brandon's side and said softly, “I'm sorry, | didn’t mean to let Kathie go. Con, let's get you back to bed. I'll call the doctor for you. Tell me, do you feel any discomfort since you just suddenly remembered two years’ worth of memory?” Natalie knitted her brows as she placed her hand over Brandon's. Although she was glad that he had regained his memories, she wasn’t sure if his head was able to endure the sudden emotional roller coaster.

Brandon sat motionlessly on the sofa with a grim expression on his face. He kept silent for a long tbefore shaking his head slowly.

“Sean, go and have your lunch first. I'll stay here and take care of him,” Natalie said over her shoulder.

She helped Brandon back to the bed and pulled the portable table from the end of the bed towards him. She then laid out the food she brought on the table.

“I made these dishes for you. They are all your favorites. Please, eat up,” Natalie coaxed. She scooped sof the vegetables and meat into his plate and attempted to feed him, pretending that his loss of control did not even happen.

The sun’s warm rays dappled the table, making the dishes on the table to look more appealing.

At first, Brandon had no appetite, but when he saw that Natalie had earnestly arranged the dishes for him, he couldn’t help but smile and say, “You don’t have to do all the work yourself. I'll hire a maid to help out at hfrom now on. You just focus on your own work.” Brandon picked up a piece of broccoli and popped it into his mouth. The fresh taste of the vegetable exploded on his tongue.

However, Brandon noticed that the dishes tasted different than they usually did.

“Are you trying to take away my last hobby?” Natalie asked a big on her face, “What do you think? Is my cooking better than before?” Upon hearing this, Brandon's eyes twinkled and he chuckled. “You were always a great cook. Want to try some?” “I already ate lunch,” Natalie replied, standing by the bed and watching Brandon quietly. Seeing that he had calmed down significantly, she asked cautiously, “Brandon, what was wrong with you just now?” It was true that Brandon had a short fuse, but he was usually level-headed especially in critical moments. His impulsiveness just now, when he wanted to torture Kathie and Ameer without hesitation, was completely out of character.

Brandon was quiet for a moment.

He lowered his head, ate a few bites of food, and drank swater. Then he said, “I was really impulsive right now. | know that it’s unlikely that Kathie did this to you. She doesn’t have the ability. And Ameer wants to work with us. He wouldn't dare to go against the Larson Group. But the thought of them offending you before makesso angry.” Natalie chuckled. “Let’s not talk about it now. Just focus on resting in the hospital these days. I'll take care of the rest.” She gently patted Brandon's broad back, as if to comfort him. “You know better than anyone that I've grown a lot in the past two years.” Smiling, Brandon teased, “Yes, you've grown a lot. But I'm not so sure about your cooking though. This dish is burnt.” A hint of guilt flashed across Natalie's face. “Really? | was in a rush to get here earlier and...” “Really?” Brandon put down his fork and wiped his mouth with a tissue. His eyes seemed to see right through her.

“Well, you've got me. | bought them from a restaurant,” Natalie admitted, blushing. She had been in a hurry to check the video on the repaired dashcam before coming to the hospital, and she hadn't had tto cook, so she had to go to a restaurant to buy sfood. She hadn't expected Brandon to figure it out so easily.

“I've been eating your cooking for years. | may have lost my memory, but not my taste buds,” Brandon said with a shake of his head and a helpless smile.

“I have something important to discuss with you,” Natalie said, quickly changing the subject and filling Brandon in on all the new information she had gathered. “I sent the clue to Sean on my way here. He's investigating the casino.” After a long silence, Brandon sneered, “Why haven't | heard about this from Sean?” “You were so worked up earlier that he probably didn’t dare to say anything since he thought you'd take it out on him.” Natalie started to clean the table after Brandon finish eating.

When she was about to take the trash out, she gently reminded Brandon once more, “I'll handle it. You just stay here and focus on getting better.” It was her responsibility to look out for Brandon now.

A grin spread across Brandon's face as he scooped up a mountain of paperwork and said, “I know. You're free to act however you choose. That's OK with me, and | won't interfere.” Natalie replied with a gratified grin, “Great!” Her smile faded as soon as she closed the door behind her.

Distracted, she walked to the trash bin to throw away the trash.