The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 500

One of them answered perfunctorily, “We don’t know. Your show was canceled earlier. It’s expected that the models are not enough.”

Natalie took a deep breath as she fought against the sinking feeling in her gut. This was not the time to panic. But even if she tried solving the problem, no one here was willing to help her out.

A model who was touching up her make-up came up to her and said, “Don’t bother. This morning a male model had diarrhea and was sent to the hospital. We knew that W Marks wouldn’t be here, so we didn’t inform the staff.”

“I see…” The last thing Natalie needed was another problem. It was as if this day was out to get her. She rubbed her head, forcing herself to focus. “This is our most important piece of the whole collection. Where can I find another male model to replace him now?”

“If you can’t find anyone, I can do it.” Derek volunteered. He put down the clothes in his hands and said, “I’ve made it to the list of the world’s most popular male models for three years in a row. I’m sure it would create a sensation if I wear your design.”

Natalie looked at him. He was one narcissistic man.

But right now, Natalie didn’t have a lot of options. “Don’t move. I need to take your measurements first.” She took off the tape measure hanging around her neck and began measuring Derek’s shoulders. He looked to be around 6.2 feet—tall enough to wear that garment.

Her fingers fell lightly on him, and he could feel her warmth through the fabric of his shirt. For some reason, Derek seemed to be particularly sensitive today. Natalie moved to measure his hip, and he couldn’t stop himself from drawing a sharp breath.

This woman was so passionate that she didn’t even show a shred of hesitation at touching him in front of so many people.

Derek lowered his eyes to look at her as she squatted down.

To his surprise, her face showed no reaction at all. She kept on taking his measurements with brows furrowed deeply in concentration, as if unaware of how intimate their position was.

Something soft and warm squeezed his chest as he watched her, drinking in her features. A sharp tingle suddenly crawled through his veins.

He had to have her.

After measuring Derek, Natalie finally breathed a sigh of relief. “You can go on stage,” she said. “You’re just the right size for the clothes.”

the standard

him the garment. “Cut the crap,” she said, smiling. “Go

fitting room while Natalie waited outside nervously. The models had all been chosen by Draco himself. She didn’t know what the

clothes, Natalie,” Derek called out from the

joking around, Derek,” Natalie replied, unimpressed. Her heart sank. She didn’t

the fitting room and walked out. “See

and Natalie could see his well-defined muscles. She could also see a tear in the fabric that cut the clothing almost in

anything. I guess it got torn when the former model tried it on this morning. He must have

that?” Natalie asked suspiciously. “Have you

his nose. “Fine. Yes, I’ve done it before. Luckily,

sank into a chair

not a big deal. We just need

forehead, she said, “This is insane. No wonder Mr. Wesley said the designers needed to watch their works carefully before the shows. I should have known something like this could happen. I

“Forget it,” he said jokingly. “No one will notice a missing garment

going to do then?” He was curious about how Natalie

minutes, Natalie stood up suddenly and took a deep breath. “Well, I

He was floored by her tenacity. Before he could say anything else, Natalie pulled him into

a needle and thread, she

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show had entered its final

backstage models to go out one by one. “The last works, by the W

music started playing. It was late at night

designer; his works were

Draco,” said one of the designers. The

collections managed to retain classical elements