The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“I thought you were going to cook for me,” Brandon grumbled, pursing his lips, feeling somewhat deceived.

“I’m still a bit scared to be alone after watching that horror movie!” Natalie pouted, clinging to his arm like a spoiled child.

Brandon relented, boiling water for the pasta, cutting the tomatoes, and preparing the sauce. Before he realized it, the entire meal was cooked, and he found himself plating the spaghetti. Why was he so compliant? Perhaps it was because Natalie had been exceptionally affectionate and adorable today. And he found himself enjoying it.

After finishing their meal, Natalie headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Brandon followed her, puzzled by her actions.

Brandon: “What’re you doing? Just put them in the dishwasher.”

Natalie continued washing the dishes while explaining her reasoning.

Natalie: “You don’t remember, do you? Back then, we didn’t have a dishwasher, so we used to divide the work. One person cooked while the other washed the dishes. Since you cooked dinner for us, it’s only fair that I wash the dishes.”

Once she finished cleaning the dishes, Natalie dried them and placed them in the cupboard. When she turned around, she noticed Brandon silently staring at her. It was then that Natalie realized she had said something wrong.

Brandon: “Do you miss the old days?”

but her eyes betrayed

right in front of me. Why would I miss

approached her and rested his head on her

were happier with the old me. I can’t seem to make

listened attentively, appreciating Brandon’s ability to express his feelings openly. Despite the seriousness of the situation, she restrained herself from laughing. When did he become this adorable?

and asked, “So, what

caught off guard by

It was… um… ‘Mary

room. He turned on the TV and started playing the movie, casually unbuttoning two shirt buttons. Seeing Natalie still

“You won’t feel scared now that I’m here with

for lying about watching a

“What’s wrong?” he asked when she didn’t

on. The movie’s

a cold sweat. She couldn’t recall the last time she willingly watched one. Moreover, something strange had happened on her computer earlier, making her more anxious than

gesture, Natalie felt slightly less scared as she listened to his heartbeat. She covered her mouth, secretly amused by how fast his heart was racing. Was he scared too?

playfully pinched her and asked, “Did you see that? I thought I

the window,

Natalie: “What?! No!”