The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Upon hearing the name, a trace of surprise flashed through Mrs. Harding’s eyes.

Mrs. Harding recognized the name Natalie and remembered that she was the daughter of the White family and Brandon Larson’s wife. The Larson Group had become a prominent company with branches in Seacisco and Barnes, known for Brandon’s deep love for his wife.

Mrs. Harding saw an opportunity to establish a relationship with Natalie, considering the potential business partnership between their families.

“I’ve met Johanna before. She mentioned you to me,” Mrs. Harding said, observing Natalie closely and noticing her resemblance to her mother.

Natalie’s smile widened. “Really?”

Although Natalie hadn’t met Mrs. Harding before, she had heard about her from Garrett. Natalie knew that Mrs. Harding valued nobility and etiquette, but seeing how Mrs. Harding treated Laney, she realized that she might be more approachable than expected.

Eager to strengthen ties with the White family and the Larson Group, Mrs. Harding quickly warmed up to Natalie.

“Since I know Natalie, I won’t bother anyone else. Natalie, could you help me design Laney’s dress? I’ve seen your excellent fashion designs, and your parents must be proud of you.”

Overwhelmed by Mrs. Harding’s praise, Natalie nodded gratefully, lost for words. “Thank you for your trust, Mrs. Harding. I won’t let you down.”

Smiling with joy, Mrs. Harding finished her coffee and said, “Great! We’ve found our designer. Let’s discuss the next steps.” She straightened her dress and looked at Natalie expectantly.

However, their conversation was interrupted by Mrs. Harding’s ringing phone. Apologizing, she answered the call and learned that something required her immediate attention. “What’s wrong? Oh, it’s ready? Okay, I’ll pick it up right away.”

Apologizing once again, Mrs. Harding turned to Laney. “I’m sorry, but I have to run. I’ll leave the rest to Laney.”

Mrs. Harding. I’ll stay in touch with

left, Dalores, Laney’s mother-in-law, watched helplessly, seething with

that Mrs. Harding was gone, Natalie cleared her throat and suggested, “Laney, it’s almost lunchtime. Shall we discuss over lunch?” Laney happily

opposite them. While ordering food, Laney glanced at Natalie, who was engrossed in conversation with her female

the good old days when nothing had changed. Though they had only been apart for a short while, it felt like a lifetime to

concern, “What’s wrong, Laney? You seem sad. Are the Hardings giving you a hard time? I’m here for

days back in Seacisco. Living with the Harding family is different. They’re nobles, so everyone there is very particular about their manners. I understand why, but sometimes it feels like I’m walking on

accept

struggles. “It’s tough. I don’t want to disappoint Garrett. He left his job at the Larson

the etiquette classes over the past few months challenging. With Garrett busy running the family business, he rarely had time to see her. Laney, who loved martial arts and cherished her freedom, felt like her true self was buried since marrying into the Harding family. She questioned if her

helplessness in Laney’s eyes. “If you’re truly unhappy, why don’t you talk to Garrett about it?” she suggested, hoping it would

he’ll confront his mother and argue with her,” Laney sighed heavily. “But what’s the point of fighting? In the end, it’s me who will suffer. So, I keep quiet. Besides, the Harding family has accepted me, even

is more responsible than you think. He wouldn’t want

a long silence, Laney

about Laney’s life continued, her mood grew increasingly gloomy. Fortunately, their food arrived, providing a temporary distraction. Natalie noticed that Laney

Harding says pregnant women should

you’re in charge here,” Natalie asserted, motioning for the waiter. She proceeded to order all of Laney’s favorite dishes, determined to make her friend feel

whatever you’d like.” Laney smiled, grateful for Natalie’s thoughtfulness. It was refreshing to have someone

down her fork and elegantly wiping her mouth. “Even though these are my favorite foods, I can’t eat much. Natalie, you should

as Laney was about to add more food to Natalie’s plate, Natalie’s phone began to ring. Seeing an unfamiliar number, Natalie’s face turned pale. Sensing something was wrong, Laney frowned