The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie was in the middle of a pleasant lunch with her colleagues.

“Quinn, your phone’s been ringing for a while now. Someone is probably trying to reach you.” Gerda spoke through a mouthful of beef noodles. She was exceptionally observant by nature, so she was able to hear Natalie’s phone even with all the chatter around them.

It was a good thing, too, since Natalie herself hadn’t been paying attention to the device. She picked it up now, and hurriedly opened her screen to a message from George. He was asking her out, saying that he wanted to apologize to her in person. Natalie paused, hesitating.

George had never treated her badly. If anything, he had always tried to do the best for her. He used to speak up for Natalie whenever Cassie would bully her. He certainly wasn’t as vicious as Lauren or Cassie.

Moreover, George had a gentle, easy going demeanor. It wasn’t even much of a surprise that he had reached out to her after they had fallen out.

After a moment’s consideration, Natalie typed a reply. She agreed to meet with George at a cafe of his choosing.She headed straight over once office hours were over.

Natalie sat there for a good while, but George seemed to be running late. lt was already well past the appointed time.She ordered a cup of coffee just as the sun was starting to set outside.She finally decided to give George a call, but it went unanswered… Natalie told herself to wait for ten more minutes, and if he still didn’t show up, she would just leave. It was the rush hour, so George could have gotten stuck in traffic.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the waiter, who set her coffee on the table. The intoxicating aroma was irresistible.

Natalie was just about to take a sip when someone stopped her.

It was Kent.

She had no idea when he had come, but he just slid into the chair across her table as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

strongly advise you not to drink that,” Kent warned before grabbing the cup from her hands. He put it back down on the table

do you mean?”

this time?” Her temples began to throb. She always had a headache every time she came across this man.

playboy’s interest in her to last this long. Natalie made to get up, intending to leave the cafe altogether. But Kent stopped her again. He braced his hands on either side of her, trapping her

It was nothing like Sebastian used, neither

or I’ll scream!” Natalie raised her chin defiantly and tried to stand up again, only to sit back for fear of touching Kent. He could tell she was only pretending to be brave. He saw the panic in

who served you just now is a wanted rapist with an impressive criminal record. Oh, did you want him to have his way with you, by any chance? If so, then

believe

have a good

ahead and drink it.I don’t care,” Kent snapped back.He hated the way Natalie treated him Kent himself knew he wasn’t a reliable

at least.Something is fishy. Maybe he has sneaked in.He brought you a cup

had never looked this serious

didn’t know what

someone has set a trap for

situation, he seems well prepared.People like him don’t make a random move.Are you here to meet someone? Or did you just walk in on a whim?” Kent pushed the coffee cup aside and studied her

my adoptive father here.”

unlikely.She knew

sure? After all, you are just an adoptive

who had seen people from various walks of life.He was more experienced than Natalie and understood how vicious people could be better than

not quite sure if the text was from my adoptive dad or if someone

as two people came to her mind.She suspected Lauren or Cassie had texted her using

the rim of the glass,

have