The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 643

Frank sat next to Brandon and smiled.

“Natalie is smarter than you think. Anyway, I can keep it a secret from her. But I
don't think you can hide the truth for long.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Brandon stood up, grabbed his coat, and turned around to
leave. But before he could take a step, Frank spoke, making Brandon stop in his
tracks.

“So Natalie has been unable to conceive? Why don’t you go to the hospital and
have yourself checked? Maybe there’s something wrong with your sperm. In that
case, the sooner you find out, the earlier you can receive treatment.”

Brandon looked at Frank with a smile, but his eyes said otherwise. Suddenly, he
let out a chuckle and said in a meaningful tone, “You do know you should worry
about yourself first.”

Frank frowned and patted Brandon on the shoulder.

“What do you mean?”

“Elizabeth has been calling Natalie in the past few days to complain about you.
Be careful. If my memory serves me right, your girlfriend has only been with you
for about two weeks.”

Alook of fear flashed across Frank's face. Brandon, on the other hand, walked
out with a smirk.

“God. I was only joking. You're so boring.” Frank slammed the door shut and sat
back in his seat, annoyed.

Brandon's words echoed in Frank's ears over and over again. He did not want to
fall into Brandon's trap, especially since the latter was good at manipulating
people’s emotions.

It was true that Frank and Elizabeth had recently had a conflict. And now, he was
more flustered when he found out that Elizabeth had been complaining about him
to Natalie. It seemed that it was time he had a serious talk with his girlfriend.
When Brandon returned to the ward, he saw Natalie standing by the hospital
bed. Without a word, he walked over to her and hugged her from behind.
Natalie smiled shyly and continued folding the clothes on the bed.

“I've packed the luggage and handed it over to Sean. He'll comes back and take
this last suitcase later. Then, we can go home.”

Sean, who had been busy hauling their stuff into the car, suddenly rushed into
the ward with sweat dripping on his forehead.

“Mr. and Mrs. Larson, I don’t think you should go out yet. There are a lot of
people outside who seem to be newspaper reporters. They want to come in, but
thankfully, they aren't allowed to do so. They're arguing with the nurses outside.”
Brandon's face darkened. Just as he was about to go out to see the situation
outside, Natalie grabbed his wrist.

“Don't. Let's leave through the backdoor. It'll be troublesome if you get
photographed by them.” Natalie looked at Sean and confusedly asked, “Brandon
getting admitted to the hospital was a secret. People all believe he’s on a
business trip abroad. Who could've spread the news?”

“Perhaps those reporters did not come for Mr. Larson. Apparently, there's a
celebrity who secretly came to the hospital early in the morning for a check-up
and hasn't gone out yet. The media must've heard about it, so they came to
interview her,” Sean concluded.

“I'll take Brandon out from the back door. Waiting here until they leave is
definitely not a good idea.” Natalie rummaged through the bags she had just
packed while speaking. Turning around, she said, “Sean, I need you to buy two
hats.”

Sean touched the back of his head. He had no idea what Natalie wanted to do
but he did as told and bought two hats.

“Here are the hats. More reporters are waiting outside now.” Sean's fi**gers
shook as he closed the door. He panted and turned around but Brandon wasn’t in
the ward.

“Damn it!” Nervous, Sean was ready to run outside and look for Brandon.

A low voice then sounded from behind him.

“Sean, where are you going?”

Sean froze on his spot. Turning around, he found the man by the bathroom door.
The tan skin made the man’s eyes colder and deeper. Still, he was undeniably
good-looking with his chiseled jaw and sharp features. He now had an exotic
charm.

“Mr. Larson?” Sean tried to look closely. The man in front of him was Brandon,
yet he didn’t recognize him.

Just then, a cheerful voice came from behind Brandon.

“What do you think? My makeup skill is not bad, right? Who knew the foundation
I bought in the wrong shade would come in handy right now?” A frown appeared
on Sean's face. He stared at Natalie who now looked like a young man. A few
moments passed before he stammered, “Mrs. Larson, why are you dressed like
that?”

Natalie had Brandon's casual clothes on. They were fitting for Brandon but with
Natalie wearing them, the clothes looked loose. With her hair tied up, her smooth
forehead and delicate eyebrows and eyes were exposed. At a glance, she looked
like a young college boy.

“The reporters won't recognize me this way.” Natalie zipped her makeup bag
before throwing it into the suitcase.

“Sean, please take the luggage with you later.”

“Don't worry, I will handle it,” Sean said, passing Natalie the hats. He watched
them put on the hats and finally burst out laughing.

“Even I can't recognize you. I doubt the reporters outside would.” Brandon
lowered his hat and looked at Sean, “You should leave later. There might be
reporters who recognize you. Some of them are familiar with the Larson Group.”
Aside from being Brandon's private assistant, Sean also deal with matters inside
the company. Many of Brandon's photos that paparazzi took secretly had Sean in
them.

Suddenly, something occurred to Natalie.

“And if Vivian asks about it, just tell her that Brandon was discharged.”

“I see. Don’t worry. You can go out now.” With the suitcase in hand, Sean waited
quietly in the ward.

The reporters were guarding the backdoor too. They assumed that if Brandon
and Natalie were to escape, they would likely leave through the backdoor.
Natalie lowered her voice, mimicking a man, and said, “Excuse me, my boss just
recovered from a serious illness. If he gets hurt again because you're blocking
the way, there will be consequences!”

“I don’t know any big shot in Barnes who look like this.” These reporters seemed
puzzled about who he was.

However, this was an exclusive hospital known for its first-class practice. Many
celebrities trusted the institution and so most of them went to the VIP ward here.
Getting familiar with every VIP patient was impossible.

The reporters just let the two pass. Natalie walked in front, leading Brandon.
The black hat covered half of Brandon's face. His eyes were fixed on his new
bodyguard in front of him who was leading the way. A small smile stretched his
"ps.

When they reached the car, Natalie took the wheel and drove Brandon home.
Brandon said nothing on the way. Natalie peeked at him through the rearview
mirror, studying him up and down.

“Sir, is there something on your mind? Who angered you?”

Brandon lazily raised his eyes.

“You're quite into this little role-play game, aren't you?”

Surprised by his attitude, Natalie averted her eyes, focusing on the road.