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

get closer to Natalie, Clyde resolved to

images of Hannah and investing heavily in high- profile

summit of the trends,

as their encounter remained uninterrupted, Clyde believed

a knock at the door jolted him

gaze darted

hand gently pushed open the door to the private room.

the captivating woman

Natalie’s beauty remained unparalleled.

Clyde Lambert?” Natalie’s

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

smile graced her lips. “Nice to meet you. I’m Natalie White, the designer of Hannah’s

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

Natalie’s smile was unwavering as she released his hand

self-assured smile sent his

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

her, he feigned confusion.

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

face as he exclaimed, “Now that you mention it, I have a vague recollection of that encounter. Fate, it seems, has

letting the

garments from

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