The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

The door to Unit 302 on the third floor was wide open. Several workers were shuffling back and forth, moving things into the unit.

Natalie was busy helping out in the kitchen while her bodyguard kept eye on things. She leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest, as she eyed each of the worker that came and went.

Since all the men were dressed in black uniforms and wore safety masks, she couldn’t tell if something was indeed amiss in the first few moments or so.

But soon, she noticed one man acting peculiar. He was tasked with bringing in the paintings, but instead of making quick work of his job, he kept locking over every so often.

Just as the bodyguard was about to take a closer look at him, Elizabeth’s aunt appeared and stood in front of her.

“Here, why don’t you take a break and have some drinks?” she offered to the workers.

The woman was carrying a few bottles of coke in her arms, which she handed over to the men with a kind smile.

“Thank you,” the head of the workers chuckled and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

“But we’d better get back to work and finish as soon as possible.”

Sure enough, he got right back to what he had been doing.

Meanwhile, Jorge realized that he might have been too obvious just now, so he hid behind a pile of boxes and slinked out of sight.

By the time the bodyguard looked back in his direction, he was gone.

“Hey!” the head suddenly barked at Jorge.

“Don’t just stand there! Keep moving!” Jorge nodded without saying anything, and then pretended to work until the head left.

clear, his eyes darted

her phone and showing Elizabeth the gowns she had designed

Harding said she didn’t like the old-fashioned hues. I

design and looked at it

should just

Natalie nodded in agreement.

oblivious to the impending

Jorge was slowly drawing near. He was holding a knife with one hand, which he cleverly covered with the painting he was supposed to

head perked up, and her face broke into

“Brandon!” Jorge froze.

Larson was here? He stashed his knife back into his pocket and followed

he did so, he

that he was no match for this man. He scurried back to

and put his hands on Natalie’s

looking for

to find us

sent me the location. I was about to pick you up from the studio when I received the

reason, his

that he was a little nervous. She just

“Really?”

the door and added in a quieter voice, “Is anything the matter? What can I do to help?” His nerves were infectious, and she found herself getting skittish as

wanted to see you; that’s why

cheek and fiddled

“Don’t overthink it.”

uneasy and wanted to see her

Natalie found it endearing.

came because he had remembered something. She grabbed