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.

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

again, Natalie’s

pursed her lips and refused to indulge Lexi’s

this, Brandon couldn’t

him a withering glare at the

hour, she swiftly wrapped up her

abandoned her line of questioning

exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s

felt flustered and eager to escape the

they exited the

waiting at the door, and her

of Natalie and immediately beamed,

pleasure

she masked her distaste

with guilt as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My actions caused you to lose

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

remorse seemed to

upset. I’m here to

from his pocket

brought you a gift as a token of my regret. I believe you’ll find

harbored a deep

ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily

upon seeing the ticket, Natalie’s eyes

the wavering in her gaze and couldn’t help but smirk

grants access 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, you

that no one in the design world could resist the allure of

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

a man ignorant of art hardly

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s

in business, not design or art. Nonetheless,

dismal performance in school art classes and his woeful

Nelson’s

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

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your