The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie looked tired, but her tone was as cold as it was that morning.

As she spoke, she dumped the money on the coffee table and then got up to walk to her room. Before closing the door behind her, she stole one last glance at the man.

Truth be told, she was delighted to have received flowers from Sebastian. She had never seen so many flowers before, let alone the fact that they were from Sebastian.

But the most important thing for two people to get along was to trust each other. Sebastian didn’t trust her enough, and that was what made her mad. She couldn’t let go of it so soon.

Breathing a long sigh, Natalie threw herself to the bed dejectedly.

Just outside her door, Sebastian was seething with rage. He gritted his teeth and walked to the balcony to call Garrett.

“So how did it go? Have you won her heart yet?” Garrett asked bluntly, his voice riddled with amusement.

Sebastian sneered. His eyes clouded over, even darker than the night sky. “Thanks to you, I haven’t rested since sundown,” he hissed.

“Oh, my God! You’re amazing! It’s been almost four hours! Good job, buddy!” Unfortunately, Garrett didn’t seem to sense anything wrong. He continued excitedly, “I told you it’d work! Since I’ve helped you with something so important, would you consider giving me some time off?”

Sebastian was so angry that he almost burst into laughter. Glancing at Natalie’s door, he cursed in a low voice, “You’re fucking useless! Your shitty idea didn’t work at all. She called me a big spender and asked me to return the flowers. I even had to get rid of all the petals on the floor. I just finished cleaning! And you say you deserve a vacation? Garrett, you’re working in the office this month—with no weekends off.”

If Sebastian was in a bad mood, it meant that not only Garrett was in trouble. The entire Larson Group was about to face a storm.

hang up!” Garrett shouted in a hurry. Pressing his phone against his ear tightly, he quickly lifted

at her beautiful naked body. He went straight to the balcony, wine bottle in tow, and said, “Mr. Klein, calm down. Flowers worked every time for me. But

up the

him to be so emotional. Such

Sebastian’s desk. Smiling brightly, he declared,

finish up his work before opening the bag. Finally, he put down

“My Bossy CEO Boyfriend”…

“Pregnant Wife Runs Away”…

“Mysterious CEO, Gentle Lover”…

was all of this

into the garbage can, but after a moment of hesitation, he picked one up and read it. His knitted brows didn’t loosen until he put

more shocking than their titles. Sebastian felt the need to wash his eyes after reading

was common theme in all these books. Whenever the hero and the heroine quarreled, they would solve the problem by making passionate love. The hero would always push the heroine down

if he should also

with one

their own with the pen. She painted at ease, drawing bold, confident strokes. The window was open, and the summer breeze rustled

heart flipped when he witnessed the beautiful

and looked away,

to get into the room. He shamelessly walked in and closed the

placed a steaming

sweet scent of milk

pursed her lips. Her mind was a mess. “I don’t