Wife by Day Boss by Night (Natalie and Brian ) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175 

Natalie had just drifted off to sleep, or so it seemed when a sudden presence beside her stirred her into alertness. She felt a hand gently lifting the hem of her shirt. Her instincts were always razor–sharp, and as her mind snapped awake, she ripped off her sleep mask. 

The cabin was dark, with the window shades pulled down and the lights off. In the dimness, Natalie saw Brian sitting at the foot of her bed, quietly watching her. 

Wasn’t he supposed to have left on a private jet with Gracia? 

She thought she must be in the throes of a nightmare. 

A quick pinch to her skin confirmed the pain was real, not a dream. 

“Does your back hurt?” Brian’s voice broke the silence, a soft inquiry as his hand rested near her lower back, where her old injury lay beneath the lifted fabric. 

“Not too much,” Natalie replied curtly, pushing his hand away and reaching to call for the flight attendant. 

However, several minutes elapsed without any response even after she had pressed the button. “No one will come. Not without my permission,” Brian said evenly, and his gaze fixed on her. 

Natalie glanced around and realized that they were alone in the business–class cabin. 

Had he chartered the entire section? 

Annoyed, she asked softly, “Do you find this amusing?” 

Brian didn’t answer. Instead, he rummaged through Natalie’s bag that lay beside her. His search stopped as he found a tube of pain relief cream, and incidentally, his gaze caught on a small jewelry box in the compartment. 

He hesitated, casually tossed the bag aside, and began to apply the cream to his fingertips. 

He firmly gripped Natalie’s waist with the other hand, drawing her closer to him. 

Trapped at the edge of her bed, with Brian blocking any escape, she instinctively tried to dodge his touch, but she couldn’t break free. 

Since returning to the country, Natalie had felt a suffocating sense of being confined. Even though Brian was unaware of her multiple identities, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of being trapped in his grasp, especially at this moment, on this airplane, under his control. 

“I don’t need your help. Nor your pity,” Natalie said through clenched teeth, pressing her hand against the wound on her back. 

His tactics were consistently predictable, marked by a harsh blow swiftly followed by a sweet consolation. He thought a little kindness would make her forget the gunshot he had fired at Kellan just hours before or the call with Gracia. 

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Chapter 175 

She was a living, breathing person, not a canary caged by his whims or pet kept for his pleasure. 

Brian caught Natalie’s wrist as she tried to shield her injury, effortlessly pinning her hand above her head. He leaned in closer, a shadow looming over her.