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.

Hannah, a plan took shape in his

Natalie, Clyde resolved

capturing those images of Hannah and investing heavily in high- profile marketing campaigns. With considerable effort, he propelled the photos to the top of

seeing the pictures at the summit of the trends, Natalie reached out to him, even

Clyde believed he could capture

in reverie, a knock at the door jolted him back

darted to

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

the captivating woman drew

Natalie’s beauty remained unparalleled.

are you the artist, Clyde Lambert?” Natalie’s dulcet tones echoed within

am,” he stammered, struggling to

meet you. I’m Natalie White, the designer of Hannah’s

deeply before cautiously accepting her outstretched hand, feigning

she replied. Natalie’s smile was unwavering as she released his hand and seated

and self-assured smile sent his heart

for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. “You look familiar. Have we

her, he feigned

lit up with recognition. “You’re the Mr. L I mistook for someone else at the coffee shop

it, I have a vague

letting the subject

design draft for Hannah’s garments from her

tapped the draft. “This is