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?”

Sebastian knew a little about her. She loved making money.

aside the displeasure she felt about his actions last night. She wiped her mouth quickly. Although her expression was still

plate and took a bite. “Well, it’s a painting job. The owner of the convenience store where I work is

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

moment that Natalie finally noticed that he had been taking big bites off her toast. She frowned and queried him angrily, “Sebastian, I said I didn’t

are my wife. Sharing is caring!” Sebastian stuffed the last quarter of the toast into

wanted to draw the line between them, but

your previous work? Give me some of them

brought back her previous paintings a few seconds later. “Here you go.

I 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

the afternoon, Natalie received a call from

still at work,” she whispered directly into

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?”

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

can do it this

very

waited impatiently at the bus stop. She had looked down at her

long-awaited bus arrived, she heard a roar of an engine. A dazzling black Vyrus suddenly

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

threw a helmet

“Get on the motorcycle.”