The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Sebastian cleared his throat and made way for her. Scratching his head, he asked, “Do you need my help with anything?”

“No, I don’t need any help. I’m not making breakfast for you. If you are hungry, you can eat out,” she replied with a poker face.

‘Humph! You have no feelings for me, but you have been eating all the delicious breakfast I made. I’m not your maid, so don’t expect any more meals from me!’ she thought to herself.

Natalie walked to the fridge and took out two eggs. The oil sizzled in the pan as she cracked the eggs. Shortly after she drizzled some black pepper on her fried eggs, a pleasant aroma filled the kitchen.

Sebastian took a deep breath and his shoulders slouched. Without uttering a word, he sulkily went to the bathroom to freshen up.

He was naturally not a romantic man, so he didn’t know the sweet words to say or the best gift to get her. ‘She’s still angry with me. What do I do now?’ he pondered while brushing his teeth.

An idea suddenly popped up in his head when he spat out the foam in his mouth. He smiled faintly, staring at his image in the mirror.

When he returned to the living room, he saw that Natalie was eating breakfast slowly. She didn’t even look up at him, as if he was invisible.

“Are you free this weekend? There’s a part-time job that pays this much. Are you interested?” As Sebastian spoke, he pulled out the chair beside her and sat down slowly.

Natalie swallowed the bread in her mouth quickly when she saw him open up all five fingers of his right hand. With her eyes opened wide, she asked, “Five grand?”

Since they had been married for some time, Sebastian knew a little about her. She loved making money. A job offer that paid that much was something she could never refuse.

Sure enough, Natalie set aside the displeasure she felt about his actions last night. She wiped her mouth quickly. Although her expression was still indifferent, her face wasn’t as cold as before. “What kind of part-time job is it?” she finally asked.

The owner of the convenience store where I work is decorating his new

had seen Natalie’s paintings. Although she majored in fashion design, painting was one of

been taking big bites off her toast. She frowned and queried him angrily, “Sebastian, I said I didn’t

are my wife. Sharing is caring!” Sebastian stuffed the last quarter of the toast into his mouth and smiled

handsome smile. She wanted to draw the line between them, but he only got

Give me some of them so I can

She brought back her previous paintings a few seconds

up the collection and scanned through the paintings. He then stood up and put on his black

the afternoon, Natalie

she whispered directly into the speaker

I just called to give you feedback. My boss likes your paintings. Instead of an artistic piece, he wants you to paint his wall this coming weekend. The price is double the one I told you about this morning. Would

just to paint a wall? That’s huge. I would be a fool if I turned down such an offer!’ she

do it this Sunday,” she

weather was very sunny that

the bus stop. She had looked

long-awaited bus arrived, she heard a roar of an engine. A dazzling black Vyrus suddenly halted in front

was revealed first, followed by his alienated eyes. He looked so dashing even though he was just wearing an ordinary black T-shirt and loose

threw a helmet to

“Get on the motorcycle.”

helmet, she stared at the luxury motorcycle for a while before putting on the helmet reluctantly.