The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483

“My wife is so sweet and considerate.”

Laney smiled and looked out of the window.

“Did you drive the wrong way?” she asked suddenly.

“This isn’t the way home.”

Garrett turned a corner, and then stopped the car outside a Japanese restaurant.

“I’m taking you to dinner” he explained.

“I don’t think you ate anything at the dinner party.”

Laney touched her belly and realized that she was, in fact, very hungry.

Vera had been worried that it wouldn’t look good if she ate too much and got a food baby, so she’d specifically told Laney to restrain herself.

Laney had been busy dealing with the rich ladies at the dinner party anyway, so she hadn’t really had time to eat anything.

“I can’t eat too much,” Laney said cautiously, “or your mother will scold us when we get back.”

Garrett raised his eyebrows. He got out of the car first and then held the door open for her.

“It’s none of her business,” he said.

“The most important thing is that we’re happy. I came here hungry, too. If she says anything, just tell her that I forced you to eat.”

Meanwhile, in the luxurious villa.

Resting his chin on his hand, Brandon stared at Natalie as she happily packed luggage.

Just as he was about to speak, his phone received a message.

The message was a photo of Garrett having dinner with Laney. Brandon threw his phone aside, his lips curling.

“Was that a message from Garrett?” Natalie asked brightly.

Natalie folded her clothes in her hands and hummed. She was in a great mood, it seemed.

Seeing Natalie so happy made Brandon more and more uncomfortable. He stood up and took the clothes from her hands.

“Let me help you pack,” he said.

Natalie was packing in preparation for a trip the following day. She was going to Northcliffe with Draco, where the Iridescent Show would be held.

“Just sit there. You’re more hindrance than help,” she replied.

Despite her words, she didn’t stop him from helping.

While placing the folded clothes inside her suitcase. Natalie noticed one of Brandon’s T-shirts in the middle of the pile.

“Why did you put your clothes in?” she asked.

She removed Brandon’s shirt from her luggage and tossed it onto the bed.

Brandon, stony faced, picked up his T-shirt and mixed it in amongst the clothes already in the suitcase.

“Didn’t you say it was comfortable to wear my clothes at home?” he asked petulantly.

“Take it. It’ll be like you’re taking me with you.”