The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“Natalie is also just a gir, and Charis shouldn’t have bullied her like that.”

Garrett rolled his eyes at him and pouted. Fine, Brandon always protected his beloved no matter what.

“How are you and your wife doing? You’ve come to settle things with Charis. I’m guessing you must’ve reconciled with Natalie, is that right?” When Garrett heard that Natalie had left Seacisco, he became even more worried about the relationship between the two of them.

After all, Brandon had been in bad spirits the past few days. His face was so overcast that the senior executives were too frightened to even speak up during the daily meetings. Brandon suddenly stopped in his tracks and said, “I wanted to discuss this matter with you. Natalie has returned, but she still doesn’t believe me.”

Garrett put a finger to his chin and said, “The trust issue can’t be solved in such a short amount of time. What are you going to do next?”

Simply peering down at the leather shoes on his feet, Brandon mulled it over in his head for a while and suddenly smiled.

“I think at least there is one thing I can do.”

Ever since Natalie had returned, she had been sitting on the sofa in a complete daze. She really had no idea what to do. She had already let Tiffany know about her resignation from Larson Group. Now she was just a jobless vagabond who didn’t have a lot of savings in her bank account.

After watching TV for a bit, she began to swipe through her cell phone. Soon after, she felt bored again, so she went to cook something

But for whom?

Who else could it be other than for the master of this house?

Thinking about Brandon, Natalie proceeded to put down the cooking utensils in silence,

lying man! She angrily stormed back to the living room and then idly Nipped through some fashion magazines, thinking about where

had no idea when Sebastian came back because she soon had

came to her nose, she woke up

had tucked in his shirt casually and his tie had not been taken off. Right then, he was wearing a pink floral apron

That damn contradictory charm.

stirring in the living room and guessed that

off his apron, squatted in front of Natalie, and asked her, “How

times, thinking that she

hair and clutched the

she choked, then had to

smiled at her patiently and spoke slowly, as one would

a simple white dress, and not much happened besides us

good memory of our wedding day.” Natalie didn’t expect Sebastian to still remember these trivial things, much less care about them. Her heart softened despite herself. She could be

back to her senses

That would

He insisted, of course.

know. And it is important to me. Now that you know my

smooth declaration. In the end, she could only nod in

the upper society. They were proud of their clientele, too, as evidenced by an advertisement they had once run

full, exclusive experience. Sebastian and Natalie walked into the store hand in hand. She was still opposed to the whole idea, especially since she was still

have you come so early? Isn’t your appointment for three o’clock this afternoon?” A woman who looked

a man. She tried