The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

The door to Unit 302 on the third floor was wide open. Several workers were shuffling back and forth, moving things into the unit.

Natalie was busy helping out in the kitchen while her bodyguard kept eye on things. She leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest, as she eyed each of the worker that came and went.

Since all the men were dressed in black uniforms and wore safety masks, she couldn’t tell if something was indeed amiss in the first few moments or so.

But soon, she noticed one man acting peculiar. He was tasked with bringing in the paintings, but instead of making quick work of his job, he kept locking over every so often.

Just as the bodyguard was about to take a closer look at him, Elizabeth’s aunt appeared and stood in front of her.

“Here, why don’t you take a break and have some drinks?” she offered to the workers.

The woman was carrying a few bottles of coke in her arms, which she handed over to the men with a kind smile.

“Thank you,” the head of the workers chuckled and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

“But we’d better get back to work and finish as soon as possible.”

Sure enough, he got right back to what he had been doing.

Meanwhile, Jorge realized that he might have been too obvious just now, so he hid behind a pile of boxes and slinked out of sight.

By the time the bodyguard looked back in his direction, he was gone.

“Hey!” the head suddenly barked at Jorge.

“Don’t just stand there! Keep moving!” Jorge nodded without saying anything, and then pretended to work until the head left.

Once the coast was clear, his eyes darted back to where Elizabeth and Natalie were.

up her phone and showing

didn’t like the old-fashioned hues. I think this one suits Laney, but I’m not

the design and looked at it

always have a distinctly unique taste, so you should just follow your heart. Mr. Wesley would have the final say, anyway. Don’t worry too

Natalie nodded in agreement.

were oblivious to the

He was holding a knife with one hand, which he cleverly covered with the painting he was supposed to be carrying. His sinister eyes never

a sudden, Natalie’s head perked up, and her face broke into

“Brandon!” Jorge froze.

knife back into his pocket and followed the

so, he accidentally met Brandon’s

lowered his head and moved away. He knew that he was no match for this man. He scurried back to where the

put his hands on

looking

know to find us

the location. I was about to pick you up from the studio when I received the

his grip on her

could tell that he was a

“Really?”

at the door and added in a quieter voice, “Is anything the matter? What can I do to help?”

just wanted to see

her cheek and fiddled with

“Don’t overthink it.”

and wanted to see her as soon as possible to make sure

Natalie found it endearing.

it more, she started to wonder if Brandon came because he had remembered something. She grabbed

and stroked Natalie’s