The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Intrigued, Brandon countered, “A wager, you say? What are the stakes?”

Natalie mulled it over for a moment before a devilish grin spread across her face.

“If you lose, you shall serve as my assistant for a day at my studio—no excuses! Lexi can take the day off, and you’ll fill in for her.” Upon hearing this, Lexi gasped and waved her hands frantically.

“No, no! How could Mr. Larson possibly be an assistant?”

To her astonishment, Brandon cheerfully accepted, “I have no issue with that. However, I do have one condition…”

He leaned in, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and whispered his demand into Natalie’s ear.

Natalie’s eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed crimson.

“What do you think? Can you handle it?”

Brandon teased, taking delight in her embarrassment.

Face aflame, Natalie glared at him and flatly refused, “No, I cannot!”

With a provocative tone, Brandon taunted, “Lacking the confidence to follow through? How can you expect to win this wager?”

Natalie hesitated but remained resolute.

He continued to goad her.

“As the CEO of Larson Group, I’m willing to serve as an assistant, yet you shy away from such a minor task. How can you call yourself an independent designer?”

“Fine, I accept!”

Natalie gritted her teeth and nodded in agreement.

Defeated by Brandon’s argument, she would be branded a coward if she didn’t comply.

was Mr. Larson’s condition? I promise, your

again, Natalie’s

her lips and refused to

Brandon couldn’t

shot him a withering glare at the sound of

swiftly wrapped up

line of questioning and

able to exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand

with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and

exited the

spotted a man waiting at the

of Natalie and immediately beamed,

White, a pleasure to

the diplomat, she masked her distaste

come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My actions

Natalie responded, “Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t

remorse seemed

know you’re upset. I’m here to offer

a ticket from his pocket and

you a gift as a token of my regret. I believe

a deep

hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no

the ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a

detected the wavering in her gaze and couldn’t help

held by the esteemed Nelson Nixon. He mentored the famed designer, Draco Wesley, and is a renowned artist within the industry. His age advances, and this may very well be his final exhibition. Professionals throughout the

no one in the design world could resist the allure of Nelson’s

opportunity to extend an invitation to Natalie, not only to spend time alone with her

a man ignorant of art hardly

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression

expertise lies in business, not design or art. Nonetheless, you shouldn’t hinder your designer wife from attending

Brandon recalled his dismal performance in school art classes and his woeful lack of artistic knowledge. His

entrance to Nelson’s exhibition,

gently touched his hand,

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is