Overwhelmed by the recent events, Natalie instinctively embraced him tightly, seeking solace in his arms. She buried her face in his ch*st, finding comfort in his familiar warmth and scent. The encounter with the ghostly caller had rattled her deeply. Natalie had always been afraid of ghosts, and the late hour of the call only heightened her fear. If the woman on the phone had kept up the act, she might have believed it was Charis. Thankfully, knowing that Brandon was waiting downstairs gave her the courage to face anything.
Overwhelmed by the recent events, Natalie instinctively embraced him tightly, seeking solace in his arms. She buried her face in his ch*st, finding comfort in his familiar warmth and scent. The encounter with the ghostly caller had rattled her deeply. Natalie had always been afraid of ghosts, and the late hour of the call only heightened her fear. If the woman on the phone had kept up the act, she might have believed it was Charis. Thankfully, knowing that Brandon was waiting downstairs gave her the courage to face anything.
“What’s wrong? Are you still thinking about that movie we watched?” Brandon held her tightly, gently r*bbing the back of her head.
Natalie looked up at him, a mischievous smile playing on her l*ps. “Yes.”
Brandon pinched her cheek affectionately and k**sed her tenderly. He had a sense that things were falling back into place, as if they were returning to their old selves. Holding onto Brandon’s arm and leaning against him, Natalie spoke sweetly, “Let’s go home, honey.”
Lately, Natalie had become more clingy, and Brandon found himself enjoying this familiar closeness. Although he couldn’t remember their past yet, he felt an overwhelming happiness. It seemed their relationship was only growing stronger.
“What would you like for dinner?” Brandon asked, p**ssing his l*ps against the back of her hand.
“Let me think. What do we still have at home? How about we stop by the supermarket first? That way, I can also grab some snacks,” Natalie suggested. As she spoke, a billboard above suddenly broke free from its frame and hurtled toward them!
“Watch out!” Brandon shouted, his eyes sharp and reflexes quick. He lunged at Natalie just in time as the billboard crashed to the ground behind them, sending fragments flying in all directions. The surrounding people screamed and scattered, creating chaos.
“What the hell? What just happened?” Natalie exclaimed, bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
“That billboard just fell! It could have hit someone!” a concerned passerby exclaimed, joining the growing crowd of riled-up onlookers.
Natalie looked up towards the direction from which the billboard had fallen. Amidst the smoke and commotion, she caught a glimpse of a petite figure on the rooftop. Squinting her eyes, she thought it resembled Charis, but she couldn’t be sure. The woman seemed to be staring straight at her, and Natalie even felt a faint smile directed her way. Brandon followed Natalie’s gaze and frowned.
“Who’s up there?” he questioned, his eyes fixed on the figure.
“Don’t go,” Natalie pleaded, grabbing Brandon’s arm to stop him. She noticed scratches on his hands and face caused by the flying debris. Concern filled her as she realized he was injured. “Let’s go to the hospital first. You’re hurt.”
Brandon, seemingly unaffected by the pain, glanced back and saw several strong men in casual clothes rushing to his side. They were his bodyguards in disguise. Pointing towards the top of the building, he commanded, “Go upstairs and find out who’s responsible for this.”
The three bodyguards swiftly obeyed, racing upstairs to investigate. However, their search yielded no results. Frustrated, Brandon wanted to continue searching, but Natalie intervened.
“Since your men couldn’t find her, it means she has escaped. But she’ll try again since she failed this time. We’ll find another opportunity to catch her,” Natalie concluded, her priority shifting to Brandon’s wounds.
Returning home, Natalie couldn’t help but feel saddened by the cuts and scrapes on Brandon’s handsome face. She knew he had gotten hurt because he wanted to protect her.
“We should call a doctor. Your face needs proper treatment to prevent scarring,” Natalie suggested worriedly.
“No, it’s fine. The company is already in chaos, and I don’t want to add to the problem. Going to see a doctor might lead to rumors spreading,” Brandon refused, displaying his stubbornness. “It’s just a minor injury. We can handle it ourselves.”
Aware of his determination, Natalie ceased her attempts to persuade him. Instead, she carefully disinfected his wounds with iodine and applied ointment. One particular wound near the end of his eyebrow split it into two sections, making it look slightly awkward. Natalie wondered if the hair would grow back normally in the future.
After treating his wounds, Natalie let out a heavy sigh. “I had hoped our life would return to normal now that Charis is out of the picture. I was wrong.”
Brandon was about to offer words of comfort when his phone rang, interrupting their conversation. His exp**ssion turned serious as he listened to the caller.
“What’s wrong?” Natalie asked anxiously, sensing something troubling.
“Have they found the person responsible for tampering with the billboard?” Brandon replied, his voice filled with concern. After hanging up, he shook his head. “No, it seems the billboard didn’t meet today’s safety standards. The police believe it was just an accident.”