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 offer that paid that much

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?”

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 painting. I saw your works before, so I thought you would

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

finally noticed that he had been taking big bites off her toast. She frowned and queried him angrily, “Sebastian, I

a reward for telling you about the job. Besides, you are my wife. Sharing is

saw his handsome smile. She wanted to draw the line between

any copies of your previous work? Give me some of them so I can show my

paintings a few seconds later. “Here you go. This is the collection of my works. Hope this will

need to head to work now.” Sebastian picked up the collection and scanned through the paintings. He then stood

the afternoon, Natalie received a call from

still at work,” she whispered directly into the speaker and glanced at

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 free this weekend?” Sebastian’s calm voice wafted into her ear from the other

just to paint a wall? That’s huge. I would be a

this Sunday,” she replied

weather was very

the bus stop. She had looked down at her phone

of an engine. A dazzling black Vyrus

the glass visor of his helmet. His high nose bridge was revealed first, followed by his alienated eyes.

threw a helmet to

“Get on the motorcycle.”