When Natalie visited, she almost didn’t wear any makeup, and she was really nice. She considered every word she said to Lydia, making sure she didn’t offend her at all in any way.
Could Brandon really be such a bad guy if he had a wife like this?
Lydia hesitated. Maybe Natalie had spoken the truth. Maybe Brandon had nothing to do with Jethro’s death. “Leave now. I need to rest. I don’t want to talk about it,” Lydia said, enunciating every word clearly. Then she lay down with the baby in her arms and closed her eyes.
“If it’s about the money, I can pay more. Everything is negotiable. Name your price.” Vivian didn’t have time to deal with Lydia.
Before she came here, she had been told that the only reason Lydia didn’t agree with the Larson Group was that they hadn’t agreed on a price. Vivian believed as soon as she could offer enough to satisfy Lydia, the matter would be resolved.
“Why do you keep talking about money?! I told you to go. Didn’t you hear me?” Lydia was so angry she picked the cup up from the table and threw it at Vivian.
As soon as the cup landed on the ground and shattered, it scared the baby, who began to wail.
“Hey! No need to be so ungrateful. I came here to help you out of kindness!” Vivian dodged quickly and the cup missed her.
She got angry and said, with disdain, “Don’t you know about the terrible things your husband did? He blackmailed others and almost killed someone. Death’s too good for him! Not only do I not blame you for his actions, but I also want to give you enough money to start a new life. Even if you don’t appreciate my generous offer, how could you just shout at me like crazy?” “F*ck off!” Lydia was even more furious. She grabbed the bedside lamp, hurling it at Vivian.
Vivian screamed and made for the door.
With a face like thunder, she looked at the guards, who had been waiting patiently outside the door and, in a quiet voice, said, “Go in and take that woman’s baby.” 5 With that Vivian left. As she walked down the corridor, she heard a scream from the ward behind her, and smiled from her head to her feet with her success.
******
Right outside the hospital, Natalie didn’t go right back to work. She couldn’t just keep ignoring Brandon’s calls. That was no solution. He would still question her when she got home that night.
She decided to call Brandon back, to figure out if he was mad at her.
“Hey, honey, what’s up?” Natalie asked cautiously.
Brandon was tired. He hadn’t slept since the night before, but he immediately sensed something was wrong with Natalie when he heard her voice. “Nothing serious. But what about you, why do you sound unhappy?”
There was guilt in Natalie’s eyes. Was her behavior that blatant?
After regaining composure, she said, “Oh, nothing. I just stepped on dog feces on the road. Cleaning it up is a little hassle.”
“Are you not at work?” As if nothing had happened, Brandon’s voice sounded unruffled.
Natalie slapped her forehead, feeling ashamed of her lame excuse. “Well, I went out to get coffee with my colleagues. I missed your call since I didn’t have my phone with me at the time.”
Brandon did not say a word.
Fearing the stillness, Natalie changed the subject, “Avoid going online at all costs, okay? Those haters just pick on anyone with the Larson surname. You should give Sean your phone because you might get angry after reading the comments.”
Speaking about this, Brandon’s voice softened. “I’ve seen it before. I saw that someone tried to defend me in the comments section, but was reprimanded by the overwhelming majority of other haters.”
Natalie was unaware that Brandon would have the public relations firm affiliated with the Larson Group handle these crises. His PR crew was the best in Barnes, therefore he was safe from any setbacks.
However, Natalie clashed with every hater who made a negative comment, and she was ultimately severely reprimanded by them.
She wanted to protect him, even though she resorted to the most idiotic of methods.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Natalie wondered, when she touched her face, whether he was referring to her.
Her comments were likely at the bottom. Would Brandon just happen to notice them at that time?
Brandon cracked a grin. “Nothing. It’s all right. I’ll take care of the online situation. Additionally, you have made an effort to convince Lydia. Since it isn’t working, is it possible for you to just stop trying and leave it to me?”
“Sean is a serial liar!” Natalie grew red in the face. As it came out, Brandon was aware that she was being deceptive. Even more, he acted along with her!
“I have Sean working for me. The mistake you made was in giving him your faith at the outset,” in a deep voice, Brandon said.
On the phone, Brandon’s voice was so audible that it felt close.
Natalie turned around, only to find Brandon standing just behind her!
Brandon, eyebrows raised, asked Natalie while raising the phone, “Do the workers at your studio now work outside?” Natalie ducked behind a tree out of pure panic. She felt very humiliated.
Brandon approached her and said with a chuckle, “I want to make sure the dog poop on your shoes has been cleaned up.”
“Stop it!” Natalie craned her neck, hoping to catch a glimpse of Brandon’s furious expression.
Except Brandon did nothing but look softly at her before asking if the weather was too chilly for her to be in a dress. Then he removed his own coat and draped it on her.
Brandon brought Natalie out from behind the tree and told her, “Sean didn’t tell me. I was very confident you were going to talk to Lydia, so I decided to come here.”
Natalie flushed further. She was surprised at how well Brandon knew her despite having lost his memory for two years,
“Where do you wish to go next? Lunch or return to the studio? Had you eaten before you came?” Brandon pulled the car door open.
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.
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