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,

angrily stormed back to the living room and then idly Nipped through some fashion magazines, thinking

came back because

food came to her nose, she woke up in a daze and could

his shirt casually and his tie had not been taken off. Right then, he

That damn contradictory charm.

her stirring in the living room and guessed that the sleeping beauty on the sofa had just

seafood risotto, pulled off his apron, squatted in front of Natalie, and asked her,

several times, thinking that she had misheard

her fingers through her hair and clutched the blanket that was draped around her

she choked, then had to clear her

and spoke slowly,

shabby ceremony. You wore a simple white dress, and not

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

back to her senses

it, Sebastian. That would be too

He insisted, of course.

And it is important to

declaration. In the end, she

gown shop in Seacisco, catering mostly to custom-made orders for the upper society. They were proud of their clientele, too, as evidenced by an advertisement they

it was known as a luxury brand that 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 hand in hand. She was still opposed to

you come so early? Isn’t your appointment for three o’clock this afternoon?” A woman who looked to be in her forties greeted them at the door, wearing heavy makeup and

she drew closer, however, Natalie realized that it was actually a man. She tried not to