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.

the connection between Natalie and Hannah, a plan took shape

to Natalie, Clyde resolved to approach Hannah

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

anticipated, upon seeing the pictures at the summit of the trends, Natalie reached out to him, even consenting to a

remained uninterrupted, Clyde believed he could

knock at the door jolted him back

darted

pushed open the door to the private room. The ethereal figure who had haunted

the

Natalie’s beauty remained unparalleled.

you the artist, Clyde Lambert?”

“Yes… Yes… Yes, I am,” he stammered, struggling

her lips. “Nice to meet you. I’m Natalie White, the designer

inhaled deeply before cautiously accepting her outstretched hand, feigning composure. “Hello,

lot about you,” she replied. Natalie’s smile was unwavering as she

poised speech and self-assured

face for a moment, her eyes

for her,

furrowed in thought, and then her face lit up with recognition. “You’re the Mr. L I mistook for someone else at the coffee shop

of realization dawned on Clyde’s face as he exclaimed, “Now that you mention it, I have a vague recollection of that encounter. Fate, it seems, has

Natalie chuckled, letting

for Hannah’s garments from her

tapped the draft. “This