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.

the connection between Natalie and Hannah, a plan took shape in

Natalie, Clyde

heavily in high- profile marketing campaigns. With considerable effort, he propelled the photos to the top

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

uninterrupted, Clyde believed he could capture the

the door jolted him back to

darted

door to the private room. The ethereal figure who

thundered as the captivating woman drew

Natalie’s beauty remained unparalleled.

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

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

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

inhaled deeply before cautiously accepting her outstretched hand, feigning

you,” she replied. Natalie’s smile was

speech and self-assured smile

a moment, her eyes widening

tea for her, he feigned confusion. “Have

then her face lit up with recognition. “You’re the Mr.

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

letting the subject

draft for Hannah’s garments from

she tapped the draft. “This is the