The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“No, your waist is bare.”

“No…”

Exasperated, Natalie slumped onto the sofa, pouting, “Brandon, don’t any of these dresses please you? Are you just trying to keep me from going out?”

“I can help you with your career, too,” Brandon countered, enveloping her in his arms, nuzzling her cheek. “You don’t need to meet other men in person.”

He couldn’t help his jealousy.

“You don’t have to be so jealous.” Natalie shook her head helplessly.

“Fine, you can drive me there. While I work, find a nearby spot to wait. Just don’t interfere. Will that ease your mind?”

Begrudgingly, Brandon agreed.

Natalie and Clyde had both agreed to rendezvous at an upscale cafe, nestled amidst stunning scenery.

Nerves tingling with anticipation, Clyde reached the cafe early, eagerly awaiting Natalie’s arrival.

The photos he took of Hannah were no coincidence.

He’d known for some time that Natalie yearned to leave W Marks, aspiring to be an independent designer. Hannah’s garments were Natalie’s first solo endeavor.

Initially, Clyde puzzled over why Natalie would design for an ordinary elderly woman.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Upon discerning the connection between Natalie and Hannah, a plan took shape in his mind.

To get closer to Natalie, Clyde resolved to approach Hannah first.

Thus, he ventured to the countryside, capturing those images of Hannah and investing heavily in high- profile marketing campaigns. With considerable effort, he propelled the photos to the top of trending topics.

As anticipated, upon seeing the pictures at the summit of the trends, Natalie reached out to him, even consenting to a private meeting.

As long as their encounter remained uninterrupted, Clyde believed he could capture the fair maiden’s heart.

Lost in reverie, a knock at the door jolted him back to reality.

His gaze darted to the door.

A delicate hand gently pushed open the door to the private room. The ethereal figure who had haunted his dreams gracefully entered.

Clyde’s heart thundered as the captivating woman drew nearer.

Natalie’s beauty remained unparalleled.

“Excuse me, are you the artist, Clyde Lambert?” Natalie’s dulcet tones echoed within the chamber.

His breath hitched. “Yes… Yes… Yes, I am,” he stammered, struggling to control his galloping heart.

A charming smile graced her lips. “Nice to meet you. I’m Natalie White, the designer of Hannah’s clothes.”

Trembling slightly, Clyde inhaled deeply before cautiously accepting her outstretched hand, feigning composure. “Hello, I’m Clyde Lambert.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” she replied. Natalie’s smile was unwavering as she released his hand and seated herself opposite him.

Her poised speech and self-assured smile sent his heart aflutter.

Suddenly, Natalie scrutinized Clyde’s face for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. “You look familiar. Have we met before?”

As Clyde poured tea for her, he feigned confusion. “Have we?”

Her brow furrowed in thought, and then her face lit up with recognition. “You’re the Mr. L I mistook for someone else at the coffee shop months ago!”

A look of realization dawned on Clyde’s face as he exclaimed, “Now that you mention it, I have a vague recollection of that encounter. Fate, it seems, has brought us together again.”

“Yes,” Natalie chuckled, letting the subject drop.

She retrieved the design draft for Hannah’s garments from her bag, presenting it to Clyde.

Her earlier sweetness yielded to a professional, confident air befitting a designer as she tapped the draft. “This is the design for Hannah’s outfit, and the reason for our collaboration on promotion,” she stated.

A wave of emotion surged through Clyde, his eyes darkening.

Not only was she stunning externally, but she was also intelligent, independent, and refined. A near- perfect woman.

No wonder he found her utterly captivating.

Noticing Clyde’s distraction, Natalie tapped on the table lightly, her voice gentle. “Mr. Lyons, are you paying attention?”

He snapped from his daydream, apologizing with a smile, “I’m sorry, please go on.”

Assuming his distraction stemmed from overwork, Natalie resumed discussing Hannah’s attire once Clyde had collected himself.

Suppressing his infatuation, Clyde channeled his professional artistic sensibility, attentively absorbing Natalie’s design concepts while occasionally offering suggestions.

As they delved into conversation, the private room’s door swung open.

A tall, well-built man materialized in the doorway.

Natalie’s eyes sparkled upon seeing him. “Brandon, what brings you here?” she inquired.

With a doting tone, Brandon brandished a purse. “You left this behind.”

“My memory fails me sometimes.” Natalie playfully tapped her head, feigning embarrassment. Her demeanor was both endearing and irresistible.

Witnessing their intimacy, Clyde’s heart soured.