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 the quilt and got out

in tow, and said, “Mr. Klein, calm down. Flowers worked every time for me. But I already told you that your wife’s different. How about I give you a few of my girlfriend’s books?

hung up

to be so emotional. Such an

next morning, in the Larson Group, Garrett slapped a paper bag of books onto Sebastian’s desk. Smiling brightly, he declared, “These are

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

“My Bossy CEO Boyfriend”…

“Pregnant Wife Runs Away”…

“Mysterious CEO, Gentle Lover”…

was

the garbage can, but after a moment of hesitation, he

books were even more shocking than their titles. Sebastian felt the need to wash his eyes after

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 forcefully and kiss her, and things would escalate until they had made it to their bed. Then all their problems would

frowned slightly, wondering if he should also give

her headphones and sat on the chair, with one leg

way of their own with the pen. She painted at ease, drawing bold, confident strokes. The

heart flipped

glanced at him and looked away, focusing on the

took her gesture as approval to get into the room. He shamelessly walked in and closed

Sebastian’s eyes were dark. He placed a steaming glass of

milk wafted

her lips. Her mind was a mess. “I