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.

quietly inquired, “Boss, what was Mr. Larson’s condition? I promise, your secret’s safe

Natalie’s

lips and refused to indulge

Brandon

shot him a withering glare at the sound of

she swiftly wrapped up her

of

exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered

condition, she felt flustered and eager to escape the confines of the

in hand, they exited the studio,

at the door, and

caught sight of Natalie and

White, a pleasure

the diplomat, she masked her distaste and inquired

guilt as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last

Natalie responded, “Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s

seemed

White, I know you’re upset. I’m here to

then produced a ticket from his pocket and extended it to

token of my regret. I believe

a deep dislike for

and

Natalie’s eyes betrayed a

wavering in her gaze and couldn’t

to an art exhibition 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 industry are clamoring to attend. Such tickets are now exceptionally rare. Surely,

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

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

his mind, a man ignorant of art hardly deserved to be

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression

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

school art classes and his

he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily acquire tickets. He didn’t

amusement in Brandon’s reaction and gently touched his hand, signaling for him

Clyde coolly, asking,