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 took shape

get closer to Natalie, Clyde resolved to

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

pictures at the summit of the trends,

as their encounter remained uninterrupted, Clyde believed he could capture the fair

reverie, a knock at the door jolted him

gaze darted to the

gently pushed open the door to the private room.

the captivating woman

Natalie’s beauty remained unparalleled.

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

I am,” he stammered,

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

her outstretched hand, feigning

was unwavering

speech and self-assured smile

Clyde’s face for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise.

tea for her, he

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

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

chuckled, letting the subject

garments from her bag, presenting

the draft. “This is the design for Hannah’s outfit, and the