The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie propped her cheek on her palm and looked at her paycheck with a worried look. Although she had just received her salary, it was just a drop in the bucket for Hannah’s surgery.

“You just got your paycheck today. Why do you still look unhappy?” her colleague asked, frowning. One look at Natalie told her that she was upset. “Would you like to have a barbecue with me tonight?”

Natalie shook her head, smiling. “How about next time? I have plans tonight.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow.” The colleague smiled and took her bag to leave.

Natalie slowly packed up her laptop. When she was about to leave, someone patted her back.

It was Christopher. He was dressed in a brown wind breaker, looking fresh and pristine. He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling with delight.

“Ready to go? How about I walk you to the bus stop? What’s wrong? You look upset. Having trouble at work?”

Natalie clasped the straps of her backpack and smiled. “No. I was just thinking about something. By the way, Chris, are you free tonight? I just got my paycheck today and was thinking of taking you out for dinner.” She had already promised to take Christopher out, so she planned to invite him for dinner.

She didn’t have enough money for Hannah’s operation, anyway. Spending money on a meal didn’t seem like a big deal. After all, she had to return his favor.

“Yeah. I came across a new western restaurant. I want to give it a try,” Christopher suggested, feeling both surprised and flattered.

He pressed the elevator button. As the door closed, he examined her face and asked, “Is the man who picked you up last time your boyfriend?”

This question had been lingering in his mind ever since he saw Natalie with Sebastian. Even though he seemed hesitant to question her, he wanted to find an opportunity to find out about Sebastian.

Perhaps the man was her cousin, friend, or relative. After all, he didn’t look like the type Natalie would date.

The man looked like a beast and didn’t seem like the right match for her.

other day?” Natalie looked at him,

tell the

to answer this

headed to

I’m hungry,” Sebastian said. Natalie could picture him lying on

the

to have dinner with another man. “I’m

he was the one who helped you. Why do you have to pay

wouldn’t be nice to

of clothes. Then, Sebastian spoke, “I’ll come

the restaurant’s name, Natalie walked back

two streets and arrived at the

guess someone is going to join us for dinner. I’m sorry,

relaxed, he immediately figured out the situation. “Is it a male or a female friend?”

Natalie was about to answer him, she saw Sebastian standing outside the restaurant. The setting sun cast a golden hue on

has arrived

gaze and saw a tall man with broad shoulders wearing a vintage black jacket. He looked like a mature man with fortitude yet seemed arrogant at the same time.

This is Christopher… I mentioned him over the

in horror. “What? When did you

at him. It was, after all,

cold sweat. She forced a smile, trying to hide her fear because Sebastian’s sharp gaze was fixed on Christopher. He looked

others

pound. It was hard for her to deal with this matter with ease. Normally, she wouldn’t admit that she was married—especially since she had married in Cassie’s stead. If people knew that she was married, their little secret

apologetic smile, she tried to laugh it off and

snorted but said

as ice. Natalie had no choice but to bite the bullet and lead the