The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie was startled. “If I’m not Cassie Quinn, who else do you think I am? It’s such a lame question,” she said jokingly.

Natalie had married Sebastian as Cassie Quinn. If she messed up the plan, Lauren would not give her the money. Hannah was still at the hospital, waiting for the money to get her surgery done.

Sebastian frowned — something seemed out of place. Someone who had previously investigated the daughter of the Quinn family told him that Cassie was an arrogant, willful, vain, brainless woman who liked seducing wealthy men for personal gain.

Therefore, he pretended to be a penniless loser in front of Natalie, thinking she was Cassie so that she would take the initiative to ask for a divorce because the woman despised the poor.

However, the woman in front of him seemed surprisingly accepting of his financial position, as well as his humble abode.

Besides, her nervousness seemed apparent even though she tried her best to remain calm.

Sebastian felt the woman in front of her was kind and sweet. She seemed interesting to him.

But it didn’t matter whether she was the real Cassie or not. He married Cassie only because this was his mother’s last wish on her deathbed.

All he had to do was marry her.

up the suit jacket and stepped back. “I have finished saying

Natalie felt relieved. “No.”

and a tiny sofa in the living room. ‘Do I have to sleep on the same

her eyes. He remembered there was only one bed in the house. The house had been unoccupied for a

here. I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. You can sleep

know how to read people’s

to sleep in the living room and was overjoyed that he offered before she asked, she pretended to be embarrassed. “Is that okay? It is our wedding night. Don’t you think it is inappropriate for you

bed here. If I want to sleep comfortably, I might have to sleep here on the same bed with you.” Sebastian lowered his head and leaned closer to her. His eyes darkened as their gaze met. “I’ll join

I didn’t mean that.” Natalie’s eyes widened. She braced herself as a blush flamed her cheeks. She lowered her eyes, trying to escape. But there was nowhere to hide. She was forced

hit the corner of the table,

cocking his head to the side

blinked at him, looking like

warm breath blowing against her

to sleep alone. And you just said that we only needed to be a nominal