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.”

this. “I fit all the standard sizes,” he said confidently, “and all clothes look good on

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

waited outside nervously. The models had all been chosen by Draco himself. She didn’t know what the suit would

Natalie,” Derek called out

She didn’t want to believe there could be

the curtain of the fitting room and walked out.

bright, and Natalie could see his well-defined muscles. She could also see a

“How could this 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 model tried it on this morning. He must have been too afraid to

that?” Natalie asked suspiciously. “Have

his nose. “Fine. Yes, I’ve done it before. Luckily, I was quick to

didn’t care, however. She sank into a chair in a

asked. “It’s not a big

insane. No wonder Mr. Wesley said the designers needed to watch their works carefully before the shows. I should have known something like this

lowered his head and looked at her. “Forget it,” he said jokingly. “No one will notice

“Well, what are you going to do then?” He was curious about how Natalie was going to

suddenly and took a deep breath. “Well,

by her tenacity. Before he could say anything else, Natalie pulled

she began

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had entered

go out one by one. “The last works, by the W Marks. Cheer up, everyone! Don’t mess

came on and the music started playing. It was late at night and the moon could be seen through the glassceiling, adding to

was a talented designer; his works were unique and won everyone’s

said one of the designers. The designers under the stage all agreed, praising

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

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Meanwhile, in Barnes.