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,

living room and then idly Nipped through some fashion magazines, thinking about where she should go in the future and

no idea when Sebastian came back because she soon

food came to her nose, she woke up in a daze and could make out Sebastian in the

tie had not been taken off.

That damn contradictory charm.

and guessed that the sleeping

the steaming seafood risotto, pulled off his apron, squatted in front of Natalie, and asked her, “How about we go for

several times, thinking that she had misheard

her hair and clutched the blanket that was draped

choked, then had to clear her

wedding dress?” Sebastian smiled at her patiently and spoke slowly, as one would with

in a rather shabby ceremony. You wore a simple white

you may not have a good memory of our wedding day.” Natalie didn’t expect Sebastian to still remember these trivial things, much less care about

snapped back to her senses a

That would

He insisted, of course.

a woman’s life, this much I know. And it is important to me. Now that you know my other identity, I want to pledge myself to

at his smooth declaration. In the end, she could

orders for the upper society. They were proud of their clientele, too, as evidenced by

only serviced the wealthiest ladies the city could offer. And today, Natalie was going to get that full, exclusive experience. Sebastian and Natalie walked into the store

woman who looked to be in her

realized that it was actually a man. She tried not to stare at his fake lashes