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.

what was Mr. Larson’s condition?

Natalie’s

pursed her lips and

this, Brandon couldn’t help but

withering glare

she swiftly wrapped up her

abandoned her line of questioning

able to exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered

mind filled with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and eager to escape the confines

they exited

spotted a man waiting at

caught sight of Natalie and immediately beamed,

a pleasure to meet

she masked

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

smile, Natalie responded, “Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s nothing else, please take your

remorse seemed

I’m here to offer

produced a ticket from his pocket and extended

a token of my regret. I believe

deep dislike

Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no intention of accompanying you. Be

the ticket, Natalie’s

her gaze and couldn’t

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,

in the design world could resist the allure of

only to spend time alone with her but

mind, a man ignorant of art hardly deserved to be Natalie’s

wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

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

recalled his dismal performance in school art classes and his woeful lack of artistic

unfamiliarity with art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily acquire tickets. He didn’t require Clyde’s

Brandon’s reaction and gently touched his hand, signaling

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is