The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 756

“No, your waist is bare.”

“No…”

Exasperated, Natalie slumped onto the sofa, pouting, “Brandon, don’t any of these dresses please you? Are you just trying to keep me from going out?”

“I can help you with your career, too,” Brandon countered, enveloping her in his arms, nuzzling her cheek. “You don’t need to meet other men in person.”

He couldn’t help his jealousy.

“You don’t have to be so jealous.” Natalie shook her head helplessly.

“Fine, you can drive me there. While I work, find a nearby spot to wait. Just don’t interfere. Will that ease your mind?”

Begrudgingly, Brandon agreed.

Natalie and Clyde had both agreed to rendezvous at an upscale cafe, nestled amidst stunning scenery.

Nerves tingling with anticipation, Clyde reached the cafe early, eagerly awaiting Natalie’s arrival.

The photos he took of Hannah were no coincidence.

He’d known for some time that Natalie yearned to leave W Marks, aspiring to be an independent designer. Hannah’s garments were Natalie’s first solo endeavor.

Initially, Clyde puzzled over why Natalie would design for an ordinary elderly woman.

Natalie and Hannah, a

Clyde resolved

in high- profile marketing campaigns. With considerable effort, he propelled the photos to the

of the trends, Natalie reached out

long as their encounter remained uninterrupted, Clyde

in reverie, a knock at the door jolted him back to

darted to

pushed open the door to the private room. The ethereal figure

thundered as the captivating woman drew

Natalie’s beauty remained unparalleled.

Clyde Lambert?” Natalie’s dulcet tones echoed within

Yes… Yes, I am,”

meet you. I’m Natalie White,

Clyde inhaled deeply before cautiously accepting her outstretched

was unwavering as she released his hand and seated

self-assured smile

Clyde’s face for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. “You look familiar. Have

Clyde poured tea for her, he

brow furrowed in thought, and then her face lit up with recognition. “You’re the Mr. L

you mention it, I have a vague recollection of that encounter. Fate, it seems, has brought

chuckled, letting

garments

a designer as she tapped the draft. “This is