The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

After work, Charis planned to have dinner with a friend. He was the son of the Perkins family — a handsome, wealthy man.

However, he was also a notorious playboy in the city. He had dated countless women. The man was a charmer and could get any woman in bed.

But despite that, he had never been with a woman for more than three months. Kent Perkins was talking over the phone as he walked into the box.

“Get a goddamn abortion! Don’t call me again,” he grunted impatiently.

One of the women he had dated had been pestering him for the past few days. She was a married woman. Kent, as usual, had abandoned her after getting what he wanted.

However, the woman claimed to be pregnant with his child and insisted on keeping the baby. She had also said she wanted to divorce her husband and be with him, which. forced Kent to flee the UK and return to Seacisco.

“Gosh, you haven’t changed one bit. One day, you’ll pay the price for all this!” Charis’s nose scrunched up with disgust.

If her family wasn’t friends with the Perkins, she wouldn’t want to be associated with Kent in any way. He had tricked a lot of women into bed with his charm.

Kent was used to her attitude. He took off his coat and hung it on the back of his chair before filling her glass with wine. “What’s up?” he asked, smiling. Charis seldom asked him out.

“Nothing. I just haven’t seen you for three years, so I wanted to catch up.” Charis shrugged noncommittally. Kent was indeed

happy to have dinner with a beautiful woman.

The two chatted as they ate. Gradually, Charis shifted the topic to women, which she knew would undoubtedly captivate Kent’s interest. She casually mentioned Natalie in the conversation, praising her beauty.

“How beautiful is she?” Kent sounded curious. “Do you have any photos of her?”

Charis took out a photo of Natalie at work and showed it to him. Kent’s eyes widened as he looked at the picture. He took the phone and zoomed in, examining every inch of her beautiful face.

an understatement.

she is married. I don’t think you can get her.” Charis took back her phone

Kent’s brows shot up as if he was already interested in the

get Natalie to prove

I will introduce you to all the beautiful women

all day long, Natalie returned home with a heavy heart. Sebastian was busy cooking in the kitchen when he heard Natalie come in. He walked to the living room whilst stirring the egg in

looked up at her and asked, “What would you like to have tonight?

He was wearing a gray shirt and a pair

man. Natalie didn’t know where he learned to

help but wonder if he had cooked for anyone else before and looked at another woman the

thoughts wrecked

at Sebastian and opened the bedroom door. “Cook whatever you want because you’re going

slammed the door, Sebastian stood there, staring at the

the jealousy had turned into something vicious, separating them. Sebastian couldn’t take it anymore. He felt depressed. He walked to the door, hoping to explain to Natalie that he and Charis weren’t close. However, Sebastian had already made it clear before. Mentioning it over and over again would only make it seem like he

He couldn’t tell Natalie that

situation was a tricky path to tread. The weather gradually

took a quick shower, and lay on the bed, wrapped

then, she heard rustling sounds. Knowing that it was Sebastian, she closed her eyes, ignoring him. Since Sebastian wanted Natalie to stay in his room, he practically turned her old bedroom into a storage

resting his head on

room. Sebastian turned and glanced at the back of Natalie’s head. Noticing his presence, Natalie moved away from him, pulling the blanket closer to keep a safe distance from him. Sebastian closed his eyes and let out a weary sigh. Natalie seemed cold and

walked to work every day. But today, the road ahead was under construction, so Natalie

a car darting toward her. Natalie had no time to

Just

I was on the phone and didn’t notice you in front of me.

a man examining her with concern. He was

you.” Natalie shook her head, patted the dust off her dress, and picked up her bag to leave, “Miss, your ankle is