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

Natalie’s cheeks

her lips and refused

seeing this, Brandon couldn’t help but

withering glare at the sound

swiftly wrapped up her

line of

able to exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s

she felt flustered

exited the studio, bantering

man waiting at

caught sight of Natalie and immediately

White, a pleasure

she masked

he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My

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

remorse seemed to

you’re upset. I’m here to offer a sincere

then produced a ticket from his pocket

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

deep

in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted,

ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker

in her gaze and

artist within the industry. His age advances, and

no one in the design world could resist the allure

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

ignorant of art hardly deserved to be Natalie’s

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression

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

school art classes and his woeful lack

entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could

in Brandon’s reaction and gently touched his hand,

regarded Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your