The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 615

Brandon tugged at Natalie's sleeve. “Are you going to ignore me for the rest of
our lives now?”

She raised an eyebrow and looked at the door meaningfully. “You may have a
sharp tongue, but you're definitely softhearted.”

“I have no choice,” Brandon smiled. “I'm used to having Sean as my right-hand
man.”

He was getting sleepy. The doctor had prescribed him some sedative to help him
sleep, and it was beginning to take effect. As a result, Brandon could barely hear
what Natalie said next.

She was actually berating him for not cherishing his own life. Natalie paused in
the middle of her tirade to look at Brandon, only to find that he had already fallen
asleep.

“Well, that was fast...” Natalie leaned over him and stroked his face. He looked
gaunt, and it made her heart ache. It was rare to see Brandon this fragile.
Natalie kept staring at him until she, too, started to doze off.

Along while later, Brandon woke up with a scowl.

He felt something heavy pressing against his chest. When he opened his eyes,
he realized that it was Natalie's arm, which was slung across his b*ody.

He carefully moved her arm away, and then propped himself up on his elbows to
drape a blanket over her shoulders.

It was still dark outside. The orange glow of the night light by the bed fell on her
soft features, making her look irresistible. Brandon couldn't help but steal a kiss
on her cheek.

“Brandon, you're awake?” Natalie murmured as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“I had a nightmare just now.” Brandon reached out and tucked a lock other hair
behind her ear. “But toward the end, I found myself enveloped in a warm
embrace. Turns out it was you all along.”

Natalie grinned and pinched his cheek. “Who else would you dream about if not
me?”

Maybe it was the casual atmosphere, or the defenseless look on his face after
waking up, but she suddenly felt her insides melting into a puddle. She leaned
close and whined, “Kiss me.”

Brandon chuckled and nipped at her lower lip. His hands were already roaming
down her b*ody, cupping her buttocks and pulling her into his arms.

They gazed into each other’s eyes as the air crackled with sexual tension. Just
as they were about to do the deed, the door was thrown open.

“Brandon, I heard that you hit your head!” Frank sounded flustered as he
barreled into the room.

Brandon neither informed Frank about his situation nor did he know that Frank
would come.

So how did Frank know Brandon was caught in an accident as well as where to
find him? To answer that question, we have to start from three hours ago...

“Do you think this dress would look better in sky blue or navy blue?” Elizabeth
asked Frank, who was peering over her shoulder. She had her fingers on her
chin as she pondered about the perfect color for the dress.

Frank scratched his head and thought for a few seconds. “What's the difference
between these two colors?” he asked as he gave up recalling what the colors
looked like. “Sky blue is a little lighter, and navy blue is much darker,” explained
Elizabeth impatiently. She couldn't help but complain, “Il remember asking you to
study the color cards not long ago. Didn't you see the colors then?”

Frank folded his arms and looked aggrieved. He replied indignantly, “I did study
it. also remembered every word you said.”

Elizabeth was very satisfied with his reply. She was about to reach out and give
Frank a hug when she realized that he was staring intently at the TV screen.

It was currently broadcasting the evening news. It was reported that at ten
o'clock in the evening, a serious car accident occurred on Wildepond Road. A
helicopter was even deployed for the rescue.

Frank thought that the car looked familiar, and he squinted to get a clearer look at
the license plate. Suddenly, he realized where he had seen the car before. It
belonged to the Larson Group...

Frank couldn't believe that someone in the Larson Group was involved in an
accident. However, the model and the color of the rescue helicopter captured by
the cameras were very similar to the helicopter owned by the Larson Group,
confirming his suspicions.

Although the names of the people involved in the accident were not reported on
the news, Frank gathered from the clues that at least Brandon was involved in
the accident.

An ominous feeling crept into his heart. He couldn't get in touch with Brandon,
and Natalie's phone was off. Even Sean, who was twenty-four hours on standby,
didn’t answer his phone.

“What happened? Who are you calling?” Elizabeth asked anxiously. She was
confused when she saw the panic in Frank's eyes. However, there was nothing
she could do but watch him pick up his coat and prepare to leave.

“I have something urgent to deal with now,” Frank explained briefly. He then
hugged Elizabeth guiltily and added, “I've booked the room until tomorrow
morning. You can sleep here tonight. The room service runs twenty-four hours a
day. Just order anything on the menu when you're hungry. I'll pay for it.”

With that, he opened the door and was about to leave.

“Frank, what do you mean? What is happening here?” Elizabeth asked as she
crossed her arms in anger. She was a little mad that Frank didn’t explain the
situation clearly to her.

“It's urgent. I'll explain it to you later,” he replied hurriedly. Without further
explanation, he closed the door and left in a rush.

Frank learned from his friends from the news media that the victim involved in the
accident was sent to a hospital in the city center for treatment.

He rushed to the hospital without delay.

However, since Brandon was a VIP of the hospital as he had previously donated
many buildings to improve the hospital's capacity, Frank was not allowed to meet
Brandon when he reached the hospital.