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?”

been married for some time, Sebastian knew a little about her. She loved making money. A job offer

She wiped her mouth quickly. Although her expression was still

a bite. “Well, it’s a painting job. The owner of the convenience store where I work is decorating his new house. He

in fashion design, painting was one of her foundational courses. Her artistic skills were

moment that Natalie finally noticed that he had been taking big bites off her toast. She

about the job. Besides, you are my wife. Sharing is caring!” Sebastian stuffed the last quarter of the toast

when she saw his handsome smile. She wanted to draw the line between them, but he only got closer to her with every effort she

any copies of your previous work? Give me some

previous paintings a few

paintings. He then stood up and put on his black jacket while staring at her with a playful glint in his

Natalie received a call

still at work,” she whispered directly into

his wall this coming weekend. The price is double the one I told you about this morning. Would you

wall? That’s huge. I would be

I can do it this Sunday,” she

very

at the bus stop. She had looked down at her phone

an engine. A dazzling black Vyrus suddenly halted

high nose bridge was revealed first, followed by his alienated eyes.

a helmet to

“Get on the motorcycle.”