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Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

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Chapter 55

Actually, it had been ages since she'd had a bowl of tomato soup. This was probably the first one she'd had since

moving abroad.

Nobody knew her taste in food, so she’d long becaccustomed to making do.

[Mission start.] Chowing down on her meal with one hand, she shot a message to King’s butler with the other.

[Get ready.]

Brian had just finished tucking Nate Into bed after his bath and cout to find Natalie's fingers dancing across

her laptop keyboard at lightning speed. The screen was angled away from him, its light reflecting off her face.

Minutes later, Natalie snapped the laptop shut and got up to clear the dishes.

He stood in the doorway, watching her turn and head to the kitchen.

After a few seconds, he walked over to Natalie's laptop, flipped it open, and took a peek.

He knew her password, a string of complex numbers. Sure enough, the laptop sprung to life.

What he saw was the gpage she hadn't logged out of.

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At the top of the page, a banner scrolled, “BackOffMyBabe‘, Congratulations to you on a five-gwinning

streak!”

“Boss, you're invincible!!!” The comments section was awash with cheers.

She was still into these computer games just like she had been for years. Back when she didn’t have her laptop,

she’d always curl up in his armchair, sneakily playing games on his desktop, cracking every new password he

set.

Eventually, Brian got used to it and an unspoken rule was established in the house. No one but her could enter

his study.

Brian reached out, hit the escape key, and exited the game. The desktop was immaculate, adorned with just a

few gshortcuts.

He glanced at it, then, out of smixture of concern and curiosity, he relaunched the game.

Reid had said Natalie seemed off.

Given Natalie's knack for IT, Brian couldn't help but wonder about her. But her computer was clean, nothing out

of the ordinary.

The hacker who lived on the sixth floor was a more likely suspect.

The moment he closed the laptop, Natalie was standing at the kitchen doorway, holding a plate of neatly sliced

fruit.

“Fancy sfruit?” Natalie asked him calmly, as if it didn’t bother her in the slightest that he'd touched her

laptop.

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While Brian was in the shower, Natalie switched to her FireWing account and messaged the client who had

offered her a job with a hefty starting bonus.

[Here's your deposit back. My boss is not in the condition to proceed) she texted.

A second later, she heard Brian's phone buzz from the bathroom next door.

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She glanced at his silhouette behind the frosted glass as he picked up his phone.

Then she deleted the client’s contact and switched back to her main account. Shoving the phone under her

pillow, she lay down to sleep.

Natalie had thought it was just a coincidence, perhaps sPR manager under him reaching out for

negotiations, But now, it was clear that the persistent client had been Brian all along.

When she was approached by Bright Peak Energy, she had no idea the WL Group was owned by Brian. The offer

was lucrative, so she accepted without hesitation.

The speed with which she had taken the job equaled her regret now.

With eyes closed, she turned her back to the bathroom, listening as Brian finished his shower and returned to the

bedroom.

She deliberately slept on the side of the bed near the window, leaving Nate in the middle and half a bed’s space

for Brian. But if he chose to sleep on the couch, she wouldn't mind. The blanket was at the head of the bed.

She listened to him rustle open the blanket and lie down on the other side, then heard him. switch off the light.

After a moment of relief in the dark, she began to drift off to sleep.

Suddenly, she felt the bed shift slightly. Brian's hand wrapped around her waist, his palm burning hot.