The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“I thought you were going to cook for me,” Brandon grumbled, pursing his lips, feeling somewhat deceived.

“I’m still a bit scared to be alone after watching that horror movie!” Natalie pouted, clinging to his arm like a spoiled child.

Brandon relented, boiling water for the pasta, cutting the tomatoes, and preparing the sauce. Before he realized it, the entire meal was cooked, and he found himself plating the spaghetti. Why was he so compliant? Perhaps it was because Natalie had been exceptionally affectionate and adorable today. And he found himself enjoying it.

After finishing their meal, Natalie headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Brandon followed her, puzzled by her actions.

Brandon: “What’re you doing? Just put them in the dishwasher.”

Natalie continued washing the dishes while explaining her reasoning.

Natalie: “You don’t remember, do you? Back then, we didn’t have a dishwasher, so we used to divide the work. One person cooked while the other washed the dishes. Since you cooked dinner for us, it’s only fair that I wash the dishes.”

Once she finished cleaning the dishes, Natalie dried them and placed them in the cupboard. When she turned around, she noticed Brandon silently staring at her. It was then that Natalie realized she had said something wrong.

Brandon: “Do you miss the old days?”

Natalie tried to laugh it off, but her eyes betrayed her true emotions, revealing her sadness.

in front of me. Why would I

sadly, Brandon approached her and rested his head on her

the old me. I can’t seem to make

Brandon’s ability to express his feelings openly. Despite the seriousness of the situation, she restrained herself from laughing. When did he become

pecked her neck and asked, “So, what horror movie were

smile froze, caught off guard

well… It was…

towards the living room. He turned on the TV and started playing the

now that I’m here

with embarrassment, Natalie cursed herself for lying

“What’s wrong?” he asked when

“Come on. The

movies always terrified her, causing her to break into a cold sweat. She couldn’t recall the last time she willingly watched one. Moreover, something strange had happened on her computer earlier, making her more anxious

she listened to his heartbeat. She covered her mouth,

her and asked, “Did you see that?

at the window,

Natalie: “What?! No!”

her to take a closer look, and Natalie, frightened, lightly punched him