Wife by Day, Boss by Night

Chapter 94

In the farthest corner of the studio’s lounge, solitude reigned. With lunchtime lingering on the horizon

and the assistant directors nowhere in sight, Natalie settled into the embrace of an overstuffed couch,

the distant din of laughter barely seeping through the walls as she fired up a round of Solitaire on her

phone.

“Natalie?” A voice cut through her focus, prompting her to glance up. There stood Arlen,

concern etching his features. “Your cheek still hurting?” he asked softly, gesturing towards her face.

“Thanks for asking. It’s much better now,” Natalie replied, her tone polite but distant.

Arlen stepped inside, fishing a small bottle of pain relief cream from his pocket and extending it toward

her. “Miller wanted me to give this to you. Had a hard time catching you alone.”

Natalie eyed the hand hovering close enough that taking the bottle would mean brushing against his

fingers. She needed to keep her distance from Arlen.

With a light chuckle, she suggested, “Just set it on the table for now, please. My hands are a bit tied at

the moment.”

Arlen was eager to discuss with Natalie the evening he saw her step out of a sleek sports car. Despite

the rumors on set, her guarded demeanor hinted at a certain self–respect that contradicted the gossip.

Their reyes briefly met before Natalie, picking up on Arlen’s reluctance to leave, quickly cut in.“Oh, by

the way, I think Sofia was looking for you earlier. You might want to check in with

her.”

“Sure,” Arlen relented after a brief hesitation, placing the bottle on the table before he exited.

As Natalie watched his retreating figure, a sigh of relief escaped her. But when she turned away, her

gaze landed on Brian, who was leaning casually against the restroom door, his face an unreadable

mask.

Her heart nearly leaped out of her throat. She could’ve sworn there hadn’t been a sound from the

restroom before. She had checked for privacy.

A quick scan of the bustling corridor outside, and she decided to make a move. Pocketing her phone

and rising from the couch, she approached the door. But before her fingers could graze the handle,

Brian’s hand clamped around her wrist, pulling her back with a force that bordered. on daring.

“What are you…” Her objection was cut short as Brian swung the lounge door shut and, gripping her

firmly, steered her towards the restroom.

Natalie struggled in vain against his hold, biting down hard on his wrist when they reached the From NôvelDrama.Org.

threshold of the shower.

Brian winced but managed to shove her into the stall, pinning her against the wall as he turned

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on the water. The icy cascade triggered a shiver that shook her to the core.

“Are you insane, Brian?” she cried, trying to break free, only to find herself hoisted onto a ledge lined

with shampoo bottles.

“Yes! I am insane!” he growled, his hand fastening around her chin, as he drenched her from head to

toe with the shower head.

He was out of his mind to have sent her abroad, to have let her lose their child and not care, to have

introduced her to Kellan, to have encouraged her acting career!

Chilled to the bone, Natalie’s legs flailed instinctively towards Brian’s abdomen. But before her foot

could touch him, he caught her slender leg with ease.

With a mere tug, the elegant dress she hadn’t had time to change out of tore apart like tissue

paper.

Natalie hadn’t expected such brazen disregard from Brian, especially there. Panicked, she raised her

arms to shield herself, but before she could, Brian yanked her arms away, pulling her into him with

undeniable force.

Perched on the ledge, her waist was eye–level with Brian’s, and as they collided, Natalie’s face. went

deathly pale. She felt his sexual reaction, undeniable and pressing against her.