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    “Beal,e here now!” Johanna threw him a cold nce Beal stood behind her obediently. Johanna


    motioned to the guards to part and let her through. She pursed her lips and jutted her chin. “It’s entirely


    your fault this time. You must show some humility if you want to win Natalie back Otherwise, no one


    else can save your marriage.”


    “Honey, please, let’s be civil. What’s done is done,” Beal whispered in Johanna’s ear. “It’s between the


    two of them after all.”


    “I’m supporting Natalie. Something we should have done a long time ago. If you are partial to Brandon


    Larson, perhaps you should move in with him.” Johanna red at Beal. ? Brandon wanted to thank his


    father-inw for his support. He extended a sincere invitation. “Mr. White, if you ever want to move in


    with me, you are more than wee. Any time.”


    Beal shook his head. “Thank you, but I prefer my own bed and my dear wife. You two will have to


    discuss this without me. I’m in the middle of cooking.”


    Beal knew all about Johanna’s stubborn temper. If he left the White family, it would be difficult for him to


    return. Beal smiled at Johanna and then strolled into the house with his hands behind his back.


    Watching Beal retreat, Brandon sighed. He knew that he wouldn’t discover the whereabouts of Natalie


    today, and he didn’t want to fight Johanna head on.


    After bowing politely, he handed two bags of snacks to Johanna and said, “Mrs. White, please give


    these to Natalie They are all her favorites, and she didn’t take many tiling’s with her when she left. If


    she needs anything, anything at all, she can call Sean, and he will have it delivered here.”


    Brandon returned to his car. Several ck luxury cars then drove slowly away.


    Beal poked his head out and asked, “Why did you drive him away? He sounded sincere, and I doubt he


    deserved it.”


    “Aren’t you supposed to be cooking?” Johanna raised her eyebrows. Her face was an imprable


    mask of serenity. “1 thought I’d help you with the bags. He brought so many things.”


    With a ttering smile, Beal took the bags from Johanna. When he saw the snacks in them, he smiled


    and said, “These are all Natalie’s favorite foods. There’s yogurt, and ice cream. Brandon is being very


    considerate. He even remembered what you like to eat and included that as well.” Johanna’s anger


    dissipated. She noticed a letter in one of the bags. She pulled it out and opened it.


    “It’s a letter for Natalie. We shouldn’t open it. Natalie will be angry if she finds out.” Beal wanted to take


    the envelope from his wife. He could not approve of the invasion of privacy.


    “I’m checking whether there’s any sweet nothings in there. Brandon is a schemer, and Natalie won’t


    find out as long as you keep your mouth shut.” Johanna opened the letter and read it.


    As Johanna read the handwritten words, tears welled up in her eyes.


    She hadn’t thought Brandon would write so beautifully The words sounded sincere. She couldn’t help


    but be moved and knew that if Natalie read it. she would definitely forgive Brandon.


    The snacks and the letter worked together to dispel the rest of Johanna’s anger. When she resealed


    the letter, she no longer med Brandon.


    While Johanna was wiping away her tears, Beal sent a message with Natalie’s temporary address to


    Brandon.


    “Mr. Larson, are we heading back to the office?” Sean used the rearview mirror to study the man sitting


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    in the back seat.


    Brandon hadn’t said a word since he got in the car. Before visiting the White family, Brandon had asked


    Sean to clear his work schedule; he was free all day.


    “Mr. Larson? Would you like me to take you home? I’ll return to thepany and handle any issues


    while you rest,” Sean suggested.


    Brandon’s phone rang before he could answer. Sean was debating whether to take Brandon to the


    office or go there alone when Brandon suddenly barked an order at him, “Drive me to Malus Bay.”


    “Okay.” Sean turned the car around and still voiced his doubts. “Is this a good idea? Malus Bay belongs


    to the White family, and you just had an argument with Mrs. White.”


    “Just drive me there and try to avoid any of the White’s spies.” Looking down, Brandon sent a message


    of thanks to Beal.


    Beal sent a second message to remind Brandon that Natalie was still angry. His daughter got her


    temper and stubbornness from her mother Johanna. Beal warned Brandon not to push her too hard;


    doing so would only make things worse.


    Brandon changed the n. “Sean, drive me to W Marks instead. Natalie should be at work now.”


    Around ten minutester, a sports car parked in front of the W Marks Studio attracting a crowd of


    admirers.


    Sean closed the car windows. Brandon had never enjoyed being the center of attention. Brandon


    gazed out of the window. The streetlights cast shadows on his angr side face, making him look


    mysterious and mncholy.


    Sean had never seen Brandon like this. Who would have thought that the all-mighty Brandon Larson


    would be snared by love?


    Sean believed Natalie was a woman with strong principles She might look gentle and quiet, but if


    someone crossed a line, she would not find it easy to forgive, t Brandon would have to work hard for


    her forgiveness.


    “What are you thinking? Are you grinning?” Brandon tasked Sean, catching a glimpse of his face in the


    rearview mirror. “It’s nothing, Mr. Larson. Mrs. Larson should finish work soon.” Sean raised his wrist


    and checked his watch.


    Brandon stared out of the window again. He clenched his hands, an unconscious habit when he felt


    nervous. Time moved slowly. Every minute felt like an hour. Natalie had only been gone for three days,


    but it felt as though months had passed, maybe longer. He missed her.


    Sean rested his elbows on the steering wheel and looked out of the window. Something was wrong.


    Ten minutes after the office had closed and Natalie had not yet emerged.


    Suddenly, Sean stuttered, “Mr. Larson, do you think Mrs. Larson has gone home already? Should we


    go to Malus Bay?” Noticing Sean’s anxious tone, Brandon looked ahead. He saw Draco outside the


    office and a woman beside him.


    The woman wore a pure white dress and held Draco’s arm They seemed intimate.


    She wore very little makeup, and her smile was beautiful and bright. At first nce, the woman looked


    just like Natalie.


    “That woman… She cannot be Mrs. Larson… And even if it was her, how could we be certain what was


    really going on? Maybe she was simply going shopping with Mr. Wesley. Nothing about that suggests


    she’s cheating on you, sir.” Sean’s voice was trembling.


    From a distance, he noticed someone resembling Natalie and Draco walking out. That was why he


    proposed to drive away —he didn’t want Brandon to see them and get the wrong idea.


    Days were always shorter in winter. The skies turn darker earlier. In the dim light, it was impossible for


    Sean to clearly see Brandon’s expression. However, when his gaze zeroed in on Draco outside the


    window, Brandon’s eyes became colder than the season.


    Sean took a deep breath, knowing speaking up would be useless at this point. He started the car and


    silently followed Draco and Natalie.