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    Brandon tugged at Natalie’s sleeve. “Are you going to ignore me for the rest of our lives now?”


    She raised an eyebrow and looked at the door meaningfully. “You may have a sharp tongue, but you’re


    definitely softhearted.”


    “I have no choice,” Brandon smiled. “I’m used to having Sean as my right-hand man.”


    He was getting sleepy. The doctor had prescribed him some sedative to help him sleep, and it was


    beginning to take effect. As a result, Brandon could barely hear what Natalie said next.


    She was actually berating him for not cherishing his own life. Natalie paused in the middle of her tirade


    to look at Brandon, only to find that he had already fallen asleep.


    “Well, that was fast…” Natalie leaned over him and stroked his face. He looked gaunt, and it made her


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    heart ache. It was rare to see Brandon this fragile.


    Natalie kept staring at him until she, too, started to doze off.


    A long whileter, Brandon woke up with a scowl.


    He felt something heavy pressing against his chest. When he opened his eyes, he realized that it was


    Natalie’s arm, which was slung across his b*ody.


    He carefully moved her arm away, and then propped himself up on his elbows to drape a nket over


    her shoulders.


    It was still dark outside. The orange glow of the night light by the bed fell on her soft features, making


    her look irresistible. Brandon couldn’t help but steal a kiss on her cheek.


    “Brandon, you’re awake?” Natalie murmured as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.


    “I had a nightmare just now.” Brandon reached out and tucked a lock other hair behind her ear. “But


    toward the end, I found myself enveloped in a warm embrace. Turns out it was you all along.”


    Natalie grinned and pinched his cheek. “Who else would you dream about if not me?”


    Maybe it was the casual atmosphere, or the defenseless look on his face after waking up, but she


    suddenly felt her insides melting into a puddle. She leaned close and whined, “Kiss me.”


    Brandon chuckled and nipped at her lower lip. His hands were already roaming down her b*ody,


    cupping her buttocks and pulling her into his arms.


    They gazed into each other’s eyes as the air crackled with sexual tension. Just as they were about to


    do the deed, the door was thrown open.


    “Brandon, I heard that you hit your head!” Frank sounded flustered as he barreled into the room.


    Brandon neither informed Frank about his situation nor did he know that Frank woulde.


    So how did Frank know Brandon was caught in an ident as well as where to find him? To answer


    that question, we have to start from three hours ago…


    “Do you think this dress would look better in sky blue or navy blue?” Elizabeth asked Frank, who was


    peering over her shoulder. She had her fingers on her chin as she pondered about the perfect color for


    the dress.


    Frank scratched his head and thought for a few seconds. “What’s the difference between these two


    colors?” he asked as he gave up recalling what the colors looked like. “Sky blue is a little lighter, and


    navy blue is much darker,” exined Elizabeth impatiently. She couldn’t help butin, “I


    remember asking you to study the color cards not long ago. Didn’t you see the colors then?”


    Frank folded his arms and looked aggrieved. He replied indignantly, “I did study it. I also remembered


    every word you said.”


    Elizabeth was very satisfied with his reply. She was about to reach out and give Frank a hug when she


    realized that he was staring intently at the TV screen.


    It was currently broadcasting the evening news. It was reported that at ten o’clock in the evening, a


    serious car ident urred on Wildepond Road. A helicopter was even deployed for the rescue.


    Frank thought that the car looked familiar, and he squinted to get a clearer look at the license te.


    Suddenly, he realized where he had seen the car before. It belonged to the Larson Group…


    Frank couldn’t believe that someone in the Larson Group was involved in an ident. However, the


    model and the color of the rescue helicopter captured by the cameras were very simr to the


    helicopter owned by the Larson Group, confirming his suspicions.


    Although the names of the people involved in the ident were not reported on the news, Frank


    gathered from the clues that at least Brandon was involved in the ident.


    An ominous feeling crept into his heart. He couldn’t get in touch with Brandon, and Natalie’s phone was


    off. Even Sean, who was twenty-four hours on standby, didn’t answer his phone.


    “What happened? Who are you calling?” Elizabeth asked anxiously. She was confused when she saw


    the panic in Frank’s eyes. However, there was nothing she could do but watch him pick up his coat and


    prepare to leave.


    “I have something urgent to deal with now,” Frank exined briefly. He then hugged Elizabeth guiltily


    and added, “I’ve booked the room until tomorrow morning. You can sleep here tonight. The room


    service runs twenty-four hours a day. Just order anything on the menu when you’re hungry. I’ll pay for


    it.”


    With that, he opened the door and was about to leave.


    “Frank, what do you mean? What is happening here?” Elizabeth asked as she crossed her arms in


    anger. She was a little mad that Frank didn’t exin the situation clearly to her.


    “It’s urgent. I’ll exin it to youter,” he replied hurriedly. Without further exnation, he closed the


    door and left in a rush.


    Frank learned from his friends from the news media that the victim involved in the ident was sent to


    a hospital in the city center for treatment.


    He rushed to the hospital without dy.


    However, since Brandon was a VIP of the hospital as he had previously donated many buildings to


    improve the hospital’s capacity, Frank was not allowed to meet Brandon when he reached the hospital.