The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 677

Laney gave Natalie's shoulder a reassuring pat and beamed. “Go on ahead. I'll
arrange for Lola to give you a ride.”

Natalie hastened downstairs and got into the car. Within a matter of minutes, the
vehicle vanished around the bend. Laney retreated to her room and messaged
Garrett, inquiring when he would return.

Garrett could handle his alcohol well. He must have just feigned to be intoxicated
earlier. Laney already had a theory to the issue in her heart.

It appeared to Laney that Brandon orchestrated the entire scenario for Garrett to
act out.

Lola drove Natalie to the club’s entrance, following the provided address.

“Mrs. Larson, this club is a melting pot of different people. Would you prefer that I
accompany you inside?” Lola unfastened her seat belt and prepared to exit the
car.

“It's okay. I know some people inside. You can wait for me here.” Natalie
reassured Lola as she stepped out of the car and headed toward the club.

As Natalie searched for Brandon, she unexpectedly ran into Garrett, who was
walking toward her.

Garrett held himself against the wall while his back bent as if he had just puked
Upon catching sight of Natalie, he lifted his quivering digits and gestured towards
a nearby room, remarking, “You've finally arrived. Brandon is in that room over
there. Go check on him. I'm quite intoxicated, so I'll step outside to get some
fresh air.”

“I will. The automobile is conveniently parked outside. If you feel uneasy, you
may ask Lola to drive you home first.” As Natalie prepared to make her way over,
she detected something amiss and inquired, “How did you know I was going to
come here, Garrett? I attempted to contact Brandon earlier, but he did not
respond any of my calls.”

Abruptly, Garrett's vision appeared to sharpen. He cursed, hunched over, and
retched a few times. His speech was vague as he muttered, “I thought it was
Brandon who informed you...”

“Please articulate clearly. I am unable to comprehend your words.” As Natalie
prepared to listen attentively, the door to the adjacent room abruptly swung open.
Drunk, Brandon utilized the doorknob for support, struggling to maintain his
balance as he staggered forward. Natalie hurriedly approached and gripped
Brandon's arm, and he leaned against her for support.

Brandon rested his face against Natalie’s long hair and remarked in a low, husky
tone, “You smell like my wife.” After inhaling deeply twice, Brandon placed his
hand on Natalie’s waist and gazed upon her chest, inquiring. “Are you wearing
my preferred style?”

Brandon reached towards Natalie’s chest, causing her to swiftly swat his hand
away, her face flushing with embarrassment. “Brandon, please be serious!
Otherwise, I will just leave you alone in this place.”

Natalie appeared to have communicated effectively as he stood up compliantly
and positioned himself behind her. Natalie wiped the sweat from her forehead, as
she hadn't anticipated Brandon to be completely drunk.

“Shall we head back home?’ Natalie leaned over and gently patted his back.
“You just said that you would abandon me here...” Brandon's eyes darkened with
a pained expression as he appeared physically unstable, with weak legs and an
almost comical appearance as though he might stumble. Natalie was helpless.
Natalie crouched down, placing her hands on her knees, and gazed up at
Brandon wholeheartedly as she spoke, “I was only joking. Please don’t be upset,
alright?”

Brandon remained silent Natalie made a significant effort to help him stand up
straight.

Despite his intoxicated state, Brandon displayed surprising strength as he pulled
Natalie in front of him and said confidently, “Make me a promise, and I'll go home
with you.”

“Sure. I will promise you anything, alright?” Natalie smiled forcefully, realizing she
had no other option but to agree to Brandon's request, lest she spent the entire
night there with him.

Garrett shot Brandon a suggestive wink and discreetly began to slip away,
pressing himself against the wall. “Halt, Garrett!” Unexpectedly, Natalie turned
her gaze toward him.

Garrett had no choice but to feign drunkenness and responded vaguely, “What's
the matter? All 1 want to do is go home early and see Laney.”

“Could you please assist me in carry Brandon to the car? He's too heavy for me
to lift alone.” Natalie sighed helplessly and acknowledged that Brandon handled
his drinking terribly.

Garrett nodded in agreement and grabbed Brandon's arm to assist Natalie. As
Garrett unintentionally locked eyes with Brandon's cold gaze, he immediately
grasped the meaning behind his stare. He inwardly disregarded and feigned a
moment of carelessness, releasing Brandon's hand.

“Sorry, I am just too overcome with dizziness. The alcohol has taken a powerful
effect on my senses.” Flushed, Garrett feigned drunkenness and instability,
leaning against the wall to regulate his breathing with a calm and measured
rhythm.

Seizing the moment, Brandon fell into Natalie's embrace, and the scent of her
body swiftly masked the lingering odor of alcohol.

“Such a feeble drinker. How did you manage to consume so much when you
clearly couldn't drink? Remember that Laney is still expecting you at home,
Garrett.” Natalie could hardly carry Brandon.

“Dammit!” Why did Brandon have to behave so lecherously when drunk? His
face incessantly nuzzled against hers.

Garrett roused from his daze and lifted his finger, conceding, “You're absolutely
correct. My wife is at home waiting for me, so please look after Brandon. He
reeks of alcohol, which won't do for my wife and child if he comes to my house.
I'll make my way home first.” With a wave of his hand, Garrett pivoted on his heel
and departed.

“Impossible!” Natalie exclaimed and clutched at the hem of Garrett's garment
before casting an embarrassed glance at Brandon. “I haven't forgiven him yet. I
don’t want to bring him back to my place.”

“There’s no denying that you're legally married to Brandon, and your home is
probably the best place for him to stay.” Garrett sighed and shrugged.
“However...” Natalie was about to speak, but Garrett cut her off and quickly
answered the call.

“Laney? I'm already outside. What? You miss me already? Alright, I'll head home
right away.”

After ending the call, Garrett feigned embarrassment and addressed Natalie,
“You heard that, right? My wife called again. You should probably send Brandon
home. He's had too much to drink, and I'm sure he won't cause any trouble for
you.”

Immediately after speaking, Garrett swiftly left. Natalie had no other option but to
escort Brandon out of the club. Thankfully, the street was lined with numerous
clubs and bars, making it easy for her to find a taxi. Breathless, she helped
Brandon into the car and instructed the driver to take them to their destination.
Once the taxi disappeared down the road, Garrett emerged from the corner and
breathed a sigh of relief. He murmured to himself, “It's all sorted now. Whether
they can reconcile or not is up to Brandon's luck.”

Afterward, he departed in Lola's car.

Natalie and Brandon were in the cab on the opposite side. The driver glanced
over at Brandon and offered them a bottle of water. “Man, this guy is really
drunk.”

“Thank you. He's never been able to handle his alcohol.” Natalie unscrewed the
bottle cap and helped Brandon drink the water. She expected him to spit it out,
but to her surprise, he obediently drank most of it.

After finishing the water, Brandon held onto Natalie tightly and fell asleep in
Natalie's arms.

The driver was taken aback by Brandon's behavior and commented, “I've never
seen a man so well- behaved when drunk. Your husband must have a good
temperament when he’s sober.”

Natalie gave a wry smile and felt perplexed. Although Brandon was generally not
ill-tempered, she couldn't understand why he was so quiet while drunk. When the
taxi arrived at the White family villa, Natalie struggled to get Brandon out of the
taxi.