Natalie knew Brandon struggled to fall asleep because of work pressures. However, she had never known him to take medicine for his insomnia.
Brandon understood the side effects of sleeping pills. He wouldn’t take them unless he absolutely had no choice. “Is your condition getting worse again?” Natalie asked She shook the bottle and then looked into Brandon’s eyes. She hoped he wouldn’t lie to her again.
“It has nothing to do with my illness. I suffer from insomnia.” Brandon reclined on the bed. He rested his head on his arm and said, “I don’t want to be controlled by this drug, but I have to be alert for work Every day is intense at the Larson Group, so I need at least some sleep at night.”
“Brandon, you know these pills are addictive.” Chewing her lower lip, Natalie wanted to throw the medicine bottle in his face.
“Hear me out before you lose your temper.” Brandon grabbed the medicine bottle, smiled, and pulled her into his arms.
Natalie struggled, lost her balance, and fell into his embrace. She pinched his chest and complained, “Okay, I’m ail ears. What excuses are you planning to make this time?”
Brandon played with the medicine bottle. “1 started taking them recently. Frank prescribed them and the side effects are minimal. If you arc worried, you can ask Frank.”
“Frank wouldn’t discuss your case with me. Even if he did, I wouldn’t trust him. You might have colluded with each other. You are not allowed to take the medicine.” Natalie grabbed the medicine bottle. “I’m confiscating it!”
Brandon smiled seductively and pinched Natalie’s chin “If you come back, 1 won’t take the medicine. I sleep better with you beside me.”
Natalie’s ears turned red. Her eyes glistened with saline, and she pursed her lips. “Go to bed. We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” Natalie struggled to get up, but Brandon hugged her tighter. “So, you’ll have to give me an answer tomorrow. I need you to forgive me. It’s agony when we’re like this.” Natalie nodded, thinking he would let go of her. Instead, Brandon maneuvered her onto her back
“What the hell do you want? It’s getting late.” Natalie frowned. Her view of the ceiling was blocked by Brandon. Cupping her jaw and stroking her chin, Brandon whispered, “Have you missed me?” His breath tickled her ear.
“Are you sick? I’ll ask Frank to come here.” Natalie wrapped her clothes around her, as if they could protect her. “I’m lovesick. Frank can’t cure me.” Brandon leaned against Natalie’s chest and held her tighter.
Patting his arm, Natalie took deep breaths and wheezed. This isn’t sexy. You’re crushing me to death.”
“I’m sorry.” Brandon loosened his grip. Taking deep breaths, Natalie raised her head. “What do you want to tell me? It isn’t like you.”
Brandon bowed his head. He hesitated before saying, “You’ve been angry for a long time. Are you planning to divorce me? I promise to never hide anything from you again. We’ll face everything together. Of course, 1 will respect your choice. Only you can decide whether to forgive me or not.”
After a long time with no response from Natalie, Brandon pleaded, “Say something, please.” Brandon’s kiss fell on her ear. His fingers tangled in her clothes. He then heard a light snore.
Natalie had fallen asleep in his arms. He smiled helplessly. “I’ll let you sleep on it, then.”
The following day, Brandon turned over and stretched out his long arm, only to discover that there was no one beside him.
The bed was cold, and there was no sign of Natalie in his room. With a gloomy look on his face, Brandon lay on his back. Natalie must still be mad at him.
He headed downstairs. The smell of food made his mouth water.
Hannah and Natalie were eating breakfast in the dining room. When Natalie saw Brandon, she smiled.
“Hurry up and join us for breakfast. Natalie made it.” Hannah had just asked Natalie where Brandon was; she didn’t expect him to sleep so late.
With a smile, Brandon sat down.
He picked up a sandwich. He recalled ordering clothes for Hannah. Then he said to Natalie, ‘‘Natalie, I’ve placed a clothes order for Hannah. I’d like you to finish it.”
After a short pause, Natalie said, “I thought that was just your excuse to bring Hannah over.
“I admire your work and would like you to make some clothes for Hannah. Your designs, of course.” Brandon put down the sandwich and wiped his lips with a napkin.
When Natalie thought of the price, she said, “The price you offered is insane. I don’t deserve that much.”
Raising his eyebrows, Brandon said, “Your designs are priceless, and this is your first project as an independent designer. I actually think the price is reasonable.”
The price an independent designer set for their first order was very important. It would inform future clients how they should value Natalie’s work.
Biting her lip, Natalie chuckled and said, “If the public knows that you offered this price to me, they will only believe that I’m supported by my husband. Not that my designs are worth the money.”
Brandon had anticipated this argument. “But the order will be anonymous. And I am not offering blind support. I will pay the balance only when Hannah is satisfied. Do you think you can make it? Or were you overstating your abilities?”
The corners of Natalie’s mouth twitched Brandon was very cunning. He offered her an irresistible price and dared her to refuse, knowing she would want to prove her ability. “Hannah, tell me what styles of clothes you want after dinner,” Natalie said, smiling.
“You’re designing clothes for me?” Hannah hadn’t been following Natalie and Brandon’s discussion. Did Natalie plan to design clothes for her?
Hannah waved her hand. “No, no. I’m an old woman. I don’t need new clothes. My old clothes are fine. You don’t need to design clothes for me. Natalie, you are a famous designer, and I’m a rural person. I wouldn’t know what to do with such a wardrobe.’
Natalie laughed. “Can’t rural people wear high-end customized clothes?” With a shrewd look in her eyes, she added, “We are close. Even if you weren’t my client, it would be natural for me to design clothes that suit you.”
Hannah put down her breakfast, held her arms and shrank her body. She pursed her lips and said, “Your designs are expensive and gorgeous. Even if you made them for me, I would be afraid to wear them Besides, I would never have an occasion to wear them It would be too ostentatious for me to dress expensively at my friends’ houses in the countryside.”
“Brandon said that he would find servants for you, and I can make sure my designs are practical and easy to wear even in the village You could wear them around your house.
Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t you come to the W Marks Studio with me today? Didn’t you tell me you wanted to see my workplace?”
Natalie planned to make the other designers at W Marks help her convince Hannah.
It was an hour’s drive from Malus Bay to the W Marks Studio.
When they arrived, Natalie helped Hannah out of the car. “Be careful of the steps.”
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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