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 plan

to Natalie, Clyde resolved to approach Hannah

investing heavily in high- profile marketing campaigns. With

trends, Natalie reached out to him,

as their encounter remained uninterrupted, Clyde believed

the door jolted

darted

the private

heart thundered as the

Natalie’s beauty remained unparalleled.

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

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

to meet you. I’m Natalie White,

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

heard a lot about you,” she replied. Natalie’s smile was unwavering as she released his hand and seated

and self-assured smile sent his heart

a moment, her eyes widening in

tea for her, he

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

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

chuckled, letting the subject

the design draft for Hannah’s garments from her bag, presenting

designer as she tapped the draft. “This is the design for Hannah’s outfit,