The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Sebastian cleared his throat and made way for her. Scratching his head, he asked, “Do you need my help with anything?”

“No, I don’t need any help. I’m not making breakfast for you. If you are hungry, you can eat out,” she replied with a poker face.

‘Humph! You have no feelings for me, but you have been eating all the delicious breakfast I made. I’m not your maid, so don’t expect any more meals from me!’ she thought to herself.

Natalie walked to the fridge and took out two eggs. The oil sizzled in the pan as she cracked the eggs. Shortly after she drizzled some black pepper on her fried eggs, a pleasant aroma filled the kitchen.

Sebastian took a deep breath and his shoulders slouched. Without uttering a word, he sulkily went to the bathroom to freshen up.

He was naturally not a romantic man, so he didn’t know the sweet words to say or the best gift to get her. ‘She’s still angry with me. What do I do now?’ he pondered while brushing his teeth.

An idea suddenly popped up in his head when he spat out the foam in his mouth. He smiled faintly, staring at his image in the mirror.

When he returned to the living room, he saw that Natalie was eating breakfast slowly. She didn’t even look up at him, as if he was invisible.

“Are you free this weekend? There’s a part-time job that pays this much. Are you interested?” As Sebastian spoke, he pulled out the chair beside her and sat down slowly.

Natalie swallowed the bread in her mouth quickly when she saw him open up all five fingers of his right hand. With her eyes opened wide, she asked, “Five grand?”

loved making money. A job

actions last night. She wiped her mouth quickly. Although her expression was still indifferent, her face wasn’t

job. The owner of the

Although she majored in fashion design, painting was one of her foundational courses. Her artistic skills

that he had been taking big bites off her toast. She frowned and queried him angrily, “Sebastian, I said I didn’t make breakfast for

Just take this as a reward for telling you about the job. Besides, you are my wife. Sharing is caring!” Sebastian stuffed the last quarter of the toast into his mouth and smiled at her

the line between them, but he only got closer

me some of them so

to her room. She brought back her previous paintings a few seconds later. “Here you go. This is the collection of my works. Hope

need to head to work now.” Sebastian picked up the collection and scanned through the paintings. He then stood up and put on his black jacket while staring at her with a playful glint

afternoon, Natalie received a call

she whispered directly into the speaker and

price is double the one I

I would be

it this Sunday,” she replied without

was very sunny that

bus stop. She had looked down at her phone

long-awaited bus arrived, she heard a roar of an engine.

revealed first, followed by his alienated eyes.

a

“Get on the motorcycle.”