The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie was startled. “If I’m not Cassie Quinn, who else do you think I am? It’s such a lame question,” she said jokingly.

Natalie had married Sebastian as Cassie Quinn. If she messed up the plan, Lauren would not give her the money. Hannah was still at the hospital, waiting for the money to get her surgery done.

Sebastian frowned — something seemed out of place. Someone who had previously investigated the daughter of the Quinn family told him that Cassie was an arrogant, willful, vain, brainless woman who liked seducing wealthy men for personal gain.

Therefore, he pretended to be a penniless loser in front of Natalie, thinking she was Cassie so that she would take the initiative to ask for a divorce because the woman despised the poor.

However, the woman in front of him seemed surprisingly accepting of his financial position, as well as his humble abode.

Besides, her nervousness seemed apparent even though she tried her best to remain calm.

Sebastian felt the woman in front of her was kind and sweet. She seemed interesting to him.

But it didn’t matter whether she was the real Cassie or not. He married Cassie only because this was his mother’s last wish on her deathbed.

had to

question. Forget about it.” Sebastian picked up the suit jacket and stepped back. “I have finished saying what

Natalie felt relieved. “No.”

was only one bedroom and a tiny sofa in the living room. ‘Do I have to sleep on the

only one bed in the house. The house had been unoccupied for a

the sofa tonight. You can sleep

him in surprise. ‘Does he know how to read people’s minds? How

embarrassed. “Is that okay? It is our wedding night. Don’t you think it is inappropriate for you to sleep on the sofa? Besides, you are big and tall. How can you

have to sleep here on the same bed with you.” Sebastian lowered his head and leaned

me. I didn’t mean that.” Natalie’s eyes widened. She braced herself as a blush flamed her cheeks. She lowered her eyes, trying to escape. But there was nowhere to hide. She was forced to retreat to the wooden

was about to hit the corner of the table, Sebastian reached out and held her tightly in

cocking his head to

at him, looking like a trapped

blowing against her neck. The man’s body

you just said that we only

seems like a good option. After all, it looks like you want to consummate the wedding.”