The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“You better take a shower first. I can wait.” Natalie subconsciously stepped back as if guarding herself against an enemy.

She looked like a trapped bird, struggling hard to hide her panic.

She didn’t know how to face her so-called husband.

The man stood at the table and looked at Natalie.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Sebastian looked at her and chuckled. “Don’t be nervous. I won’t eat you. I need to discuss something with you.”

Natalie crossed her arms over her chest and hesitantly walked over to him. She didn’t want to be associated with this man in any way. Everything was happening too fast. She was married to a man she had just met at her wedding.

“What is it?”

picked up a wooden chair with one hand and put

dragged his chair closer to her and sat down. “I don’t like beating around the bush. I know you’re unwilling to marry

that obvious?’ thought

achieved overnight. It needs time — we need to get to know each other first,” she

she felt her explanation seemed unnecessary. Sebastian was aware of his position and what people thought of him. He knew Cassie wouldn’t want to

Natalie up and down. The woman had been nervous right from the beginning. She had been biting her lower lip, her gaze nervously

be a married couple to the outside world, but let’s stay out of each other’s affairs. That way, we can avoid trouble and live in harmony. I spend most of the time outside and seldom come home.

jacket from the chair. Then, as if remembering something, Sebastian bent over and grabbed the armrests of the chair, trapping Natalie

change his clothes isn’t right. In case, you want me to fulfill your sexual desires,

laundry detergent mingling with his scent wafted in the air, making Natalie’s