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?”

married for some time, Sebastian knew a little about her. She loved

actions last night. She wiped her mouth quickly. Although her expression was still indifferent, her face wasn’t as cold as before. “What kind of part-time job is it?” she

Sebastian’s mouth after he heard her response. He picked up a piece of toast from her plate and took a bite. “Well, it’s a painting job. The owner of the convenience store where I work is decorating his new house. He needs a wall

paintings. Although she majored in fashion design, painting was one of her foundational courses.

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 you.

no big deal. Just take this as a reward for telling you about the job. Besides, you are my wife. Sharing

saw his handsome smile. She wanted to draw the line

you have any copies of your previous work? Give me some

she went to her room. She brought back her previous paintings a few seconds later. “Here you go. This is

paintings. He then stood up and

the afternoon, Natalie received

the matter? I’m still at work,” she whispered directly into the speaker and glanced at her

called to give you feedback. My boss likes your paintings. Instead of an artistic piece, he wants you to paint his wall this coming weekend. The price is double the one I told you about this morning. Would you be

thousand dollars just to paint a wall? That’s huge. I would be a fool if I turned down such

it this

very sunny

at the bus stop. She had looked down at

of an engine. A dazzling black Vyrus suddenly

his alienated eyes. He looked so dashing even

threw a helmet

“Get on the motorcycle.”