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.

casual question. Forget about it.” Sebastian picked up the suit jacket and stepped back. “I have finished saying what I want to say.

Natalie felt relieved. “No.”

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

to the bathroom when he saw the concern in her eyes. He remembered there was only one bed in the house. The house had been unoccupied for a

sofa tonight. You can sleep in the bedroom,” Sebastian said, casually unbuttoning his

he know how to read people’s minds? How

Natalie wanted him 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 to sleep

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.

flamed her cheeks. She lowered her eyes, trying to escape. But there was nowhere to hide. She was forced to retreat

she was about to hit the corner of the table, Sebastian

what did you mean?” Sebastian asked, cocking his head to the side with a playful glint

at him, looking like a

in her chest. She could feel Sebastian’s warm breath blowing against her neck. The man’s body heat cloaked her. She had the

said that we only needed to be a nominal