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The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508

Toward the end of the party, Derek was chatting with the models who came to accost him. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he noticed that some women were hogging Natalie as well. He suddenly had the feeling that something was not right.

“Excuse me. I need to go and check on a friend.” He nodded apologetically to the models and headed in Natalie’s direction.

Kathie acted quickly and stood in Derek’s way. “Have you lost all common sense? Natalie is a welcome guest here. Why do you have to meddle in her affairs? Don’t tell me you actually fancy her.”

Derek looked her up and down. “It looks like you brought a few extra outfits tonight. Aren’t you afraid that I’ll accidentally spill some wine on you again?”

“Derek!” Kathie glared at him, her eyes filled with grievance. “Are you having fun bullying me like this? I just want to dance with you.”

“As you can see, I’m currently unavailable.” Derek made to walk past her, but Kathie stopped him yet again.

“You embarrassed me in front of all those people. Even so, I’m not mad at you. Can’t you even grant me such a simple request?” Her voice had turned soft, and tears welled up in her eyes.

After mulling it over for a while, Derek did think that his behavior from earlier was a bit out of line.

Besides, it would be uncharacteristic for him to refuse a woman’s invitation, and a beautiful one at that.

With a small, resigned sigh, he held out his hand. “Please do me the honors, Miss Jimenez.”

Kathie beamed as she placed her hand in his. “Don’t worry. I’m an excellent dancer. I won’t step on your feet.” By the time their dance was over, the party was already winding down.

Derek made his way to the bar counter just in time to see Natalie being taken away by the models she was with.

They kept talking and laughing as they went. Wilder sidled up next to him and said, “It’s time for us to head back.”

He followed the direction of Derek’s gaze and smiled. “Stop staring at them. They’re all girls, anyway. Nothing bad is going to happen to Natalie. Now, let’s go.”

The hour was late, and the cold night wind was blowing. The wind caused Natalie to sober up a little. However, her legs and feet still remained frail, and she was unable to walk.

“Where are you taking me?” Natalie opened her eyes in a daze to take a look at the models who were supporting her.

Like silver bells, the laughter of the models were crisp in Natalie’s ears. “We’re getting you back to the hotel. You’re drunk. Sleep well now. We’re women just like you; it’s not like we’re gonna hurt you. We’ll get you back safely.” The two models had already placed Natalie in the car as they were talking. They sat on either side of her, left and right, sandwiching her in the middle.

Natalie felt so drunk, she bent her head to rest on the shoulder of one of the female models, and then she shut her eyes to rest. It didn’t come to her attention that the scenery outside the window slowly switched from the lively high-rise buildings to a grim woodland, veering completely away from the direction the hotel was in.

Some time passed, and Natalie was jolted up slightly from a low ring in her bag. She fought to keep her eyelids open, brought out her phone, and took the call. It was Brandon calling.

“Where are you, honey? I’ll come get you.”

Natalie felt herself relax in the soothing sound of his voice. She glanced out the window and replied, “I’m headed back to the hotel right now.” The road however, appeared a little dark, and she was unable to see the exact road the car was on. Being so drunk, Natalie could barely put two and two together. She didn’t think on it too much.

Brandon was not pleased. “The man who carried you earlier, is he the one who sent you back?”

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