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

Clyde resolved

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

trends, Natalie reached out to

their encounter remained uninterrupted, Clyde

in 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.

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

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

to meet you.

her outstretched hand, feigning composure.

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

self-assured

a moment, her eyes widening in surprise.

her, he feigned confusion.

recognition. “You’re

exclaimed, “Now that you mention it, I have a vague recollection of that encounter. Fate, it

letting the subject

for Hannah’s garments from her bag, presenting it

to a professional, confident air befitting a designer as she tapped the draft. “This is the design for