“What use are you?”
Covering her forehead, Johanna glared at Beal.Her head felt as though it might split open.
Natalie then fled.
Brandon followed her out, his expression stormy.
Sean leaned against the hood of the silver Maserati and ate his takeout.He had received a frantic message from Brandon and rushed over.
Recalling that he had been too busy to stop for dinner, he then ordered his favorite food while waiting for Brandon’s next instructions.
As he filled his mouth, Sean saw Natalie run from the White’s house, sobbing.
“Mrs.Larson, what happened?” Sean asked after swallowing the food.
Natalie wiped her eyes and glanced at Sean.
She suddenly snorted.
“I suppose you also knew about Brandon’s condition regarding his amnesia, didn’t you?”
“Who told you, Mrs.Larson?” Sean avoided eye contact.
Clenching her dress with her hands, Natalie felt angry and uncomfortable. She could barely catch her breath. She sneered.
Sean tried to prevent her from leaving, but she pushed him away.She hailed a passing taxi, got in the car, and left.
Brandon ran out of the house at the moment and clambered into Sean’s car.
His eyes were dark.
“Well, drive then.Catch up with her.”
Sean got behind the wheel and chased after the taxi.
Leaning against the car window, Natalie felt even more irritable.
The phone in her bag kept vibrating.
She attempted to ignore it, but eventually relented.
She tried to keep her voice neutral, while she gripped and pulled the fabric of her dress.
“What do you want? If you’re calling to explain, I don’t want to hear it.” She spoke robotically as if they were strangers.
Brandon raised his eyebrows.
“We need to talk.Don’t run off.” Natalie snorted.
If it weren’t for his deliberate concealment, she wouldn’t have been angry.
“It’s your problem, not mine, Brandon.Don’t call again.I need to calm down.”
Before Brandon could say more, she hung up.
Sean followed the taxi.
He told Brandon, “They’re heading toward the villa.Don’t worry, Mr.Larson.It looks like Mrs.Larson is going home.”
Sean followed Natalie back to the villa.
Natalie opened the door and ran upstairs.She didn’t come out again.
When night fell, the villa was brightly lit.
“Mr.Larson, we’ve been waiting for two hours.Why don’t you go in and talk to her?”
Sean glanced at his watch.He had a date after work.
Brandon sent Natalie a message.
Rubbing his eyebrow, he said, “You can head off now.”
When Natalie heard the car door close, she went to the window and peered out.It was Sean who got out of the car and left.
Brandon was still sitting inside the car.
Earlier, when she got out of the taxi, she had noticed the familiar car pull up behind them.
Since then, it had been parked outside.Natalie stared at her phone.
Brandon had sent her a message.He asked her to stay at home and take some time to think.
He had promised not to disturb her.
If she didn’t want to see him yet, he would wait.
Natalie didn’t reply.She looked out and saw the vague outline of her husband; he looked exhausted.
Natalie pouted.She felt bad.She wanted to send a voice message to Laney but was afraid to bother her since Laney was due to give birth soon.She lay across the bed and closed her eyes.
Then she turned off her phone.
After tossing and turning for hours, Natalie realized she couldn’t fall asleep.
She then heard a car engine fire up.
Brandon was leaving.
Silence surrounded her.
Natalie was alone.
She missed Brandon’s warm embrace, and the sound of his heartbeat when she hugged him.
The steady beat had always made her feel safe.
Wait, what was she thinking? She wanted to stop thinking about him.
Brandon lied to her.He didn’t care about her at all.
She must teach him a lesson.She forced herself to fall asleep.
The next morning, Brandon returned.
He walked in, holding a bunch of beautiful lilies and breakfast.
There were dark circles under his eyes.
As he entered the house, the corner of a suitcase bumped against his leg.
“Excuse me, please,” Natalie said as she strode out of the house.
Her taxi had arrived.
After putting her suitcase into the trunk, she was ready to leave.
With a forceful toss, Brandon flung the flowers and breakfast onto the ground.He then strode towards the taxi and pressed the door handle.
As he gazed down at Natalie, he attempted to pinch her cheek.
“Where are you off to?”
“Can’t you see?” Natalie avoided him, her tone as cold as ice.
“I need to leave for a few days.Do you intend to stop me, Mr.Larson? You made me a promise yesterday that you would wait until I was ready to talk to you and allow me some time to calm myself.”
“Are you sure that you’re leaving?”
Taken aback by Natalie’s sudden decision, Brandon could hardly conceal the disbelief in his eyes.
“I’ve already packed my stuff.Do I seem to be kidding?”
Natalie’s eyes were icy.
“Get out of my way.The driver is waiting.”
“Fine, I won’t stop you.”
Withdrawing his hand, Brandon narrowed his eyes and offered a tender smile.
“You can’t escape from me, Natalie,” he said with a sigh.
He then shut the car door for Natalie.
As the car pulled away, Natalie fixed him with a steely glare and commanded the driver to speed up.
Brandon thought that he could make things right with Natalie after returning with flowers and breakfast.
As they had so often done in the past. However, judging by the expressions on Natalie’s face just now, this time, she must be really mad.
Brandon fished out his phone after the taxi vanished into thin air and dialed Sean.
“Monitor Mrs.Larson’s movements.”
“What! Did Mrs.Larson flee her home?”
Sean’s voice was incredulous.
“Mr.Larson, we have to be careful.Mr.and Mrs.White are also influential people.Things might spiral out of hand if Mrs.Larson tries te conceal her location since it is unavoidable that our men and their men will fight.”
Sean’s caution was well-founded.
Brandon wore a faint smile.
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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