The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 500

One of them answered perfunctorily, “We don’t know. Your show was canceled earlier. It’s expected that the models are not enough.”

Natalie took a deep breath as she fought against the sinking feeling in her gut. This was not the time to panic. But even if she tried solving the problem, no one here was willing to help her out.

A model who was touching up her make-up came up to her and said, “Don’t bother. This morning a male model had diarrhea and was sent to the hospital. We knew that W Marks wouldn’t be here, so we didn’t inform the staff.”

“I see…” The last thing Natalie needed was another problem. It was as if this day was out to get her. She rubbed her head, forcing herself to focus. “This is our most important piece of the whole collection. Where can I find another male model to replace him now?”

“If you can’t find anyone, I can do it.” Derek volunteered. He put down the clothes in his hands and said, “I’ve made it to the list of the world’s most popular male models for three years in a row. I’m sure it would create a sensation if I wear your design.”

Natalie looked at him. He was one narcissistic man.

But right now, Natalie didn’t have a lot of options. “Don’t move. I need to take your measurements first.” She took off the tape measure hanging around her neck and began measuring Derek’s shoulders. He looked to be around 6.2 feet—tall enough to wear that garment.

Her fingers fell lightly on him, and he could feel her warmth through the fabric of his shirt. For some reason, Derek seemed to be particularly sensitive today. Natalie moved to measure his hip, and he couldn’t stop himself from drawing a sharp breath.

This woman was so passionate that she didn’t even show a shred of hesitation at touching him in front of so many people.

Derek lowered his eyes to look at her as she squatted down.

To his surprise, her face showed no reaction at all. She kept on taking his measurements with brows furrowed deeply in concentration, as if unaware of how intimate their position was.

Something soft and warm squeezed his chest as he watched her, drinking in her features. A sharp tingle suddenly crawled through his veins.

He had to have her.

After measuring Derek, Natalie finally breathed a sigh of relief. “You can go on stage,” she said. “You’re just the right size for the clothes.”

all the standard sizes,” he said confidently, “and all clothes look good on

handed him the garment. “Cut the crap,” she said, smiling. “Go

been chosen by Draco himself. She didn’t know

with the clothes, Natalie,” Derek called out from

Derek,” Natalie replied, unimpressed. Her heart sank. She didn’t want to believe there could be a problem

the fitting room and walked out. “See for

could see his well-defined muscles. She could also see a tear in the fabric that

be?” she stammered. With a quick wave of his hand, Derek said, “I didn’t do anything. I guess it got torn when the former

Natalie asked suspiciously. “Have you done such things before?” She

and scratched his nose. “Fine. Yes, I’ve done it

however. She sank into a

“It’s not a big deal. We just need to find some

Mr. Wesley said the designers needed to watch their works carefully before the shows. I should have

“Forget it,” he said jokingly. “No one will notice a missing garment

at him dubiously. “No,” she said firmly. “Well, what are you going to do then?” He

in her seat for a few minutes, Natalie stood up suddenly and took a deep breath. “Well,

tenacity. Before he could say anything

and thread, she began to hand-sew the

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had entered its final

and ordered the backstage models to go out one by one. “The last works, by the W Marks. Cheer

lights came on and the music started playing. It was late at night and the moon

his works were

the designers. The designers under the stage all agreed, praising

collections managed to retain classical elements while simultaneously breaking with tradition. It’s Draco’s signature style,” the editor-in-chief of a fashion

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Meanwhile, in Barnes.