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.

Natalie was holding up her phone and showing Elizabeth the gowns she had designed for the

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

in on the design and

“You always have a distinctly unique taste, so you should just follow your heart. Mr.

Natalie nodded in agreement.

two women were oblivious to the impending

one hand, which he cleverly covered with the painting he was supposed to be carrying.

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

“Brandon!” Jorge froze.

was here? He stashed his knife back into his pocket

he accidentally

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

put

been looking

you know to find us here?” Natalie asked in

me the location. I was about to pick you up from the

his grip

could tell that he was a

“Really?”

a quieter voice, “Is anything the matter? What can I do to help?” His nerves were infectious, and she found herself getting skittish as well. Brandon smiled and tapped

see you;

cheek and fiddled with her

“Don’t overthink it.”

he was feeling rather uneasy and wanted to see her as soon as possible to make sure she was

Natalie found it endearing.

started to wonder if Brandon came because he

sighed and stroked Natalie’s