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

Clyde resolved to approach Hannah

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

trends, Natalie reached out to him, even consenting

remained uninterrupted, Clyde believed he could

in reverie, a knock at the door

gaze darted to the

the private room. The ethereal figure who had haunted his dreams gracefully

heart thundered as the

Natalie’s beauty remained unparalleled.

artist, Clyde Lambert?” Natalie’s

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

lips. “Nice to meet you.

before cautiously accepting her outstretched hand, feigning composure. “Hello, I’m Clyde

was unwavering as she released his hand and seated herself opposite

self-assured smile sent his heart

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

tea for her,

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

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

letting the subject

for Hannah’s garments from her bag, presenting

professional, confident air befitting a designer as she tapped the draft. “This is the design for Hannah’s outfit, and the