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 secret’s safe

Natalie’s

lips and refused to indulge Lexi’s

this, Brandon couldn’t

withering glare at the

the hour, she swiftly wrapped

her line of questioning and gleefully

Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand

felt flustered and eager to escape

hand, they exited the studio, bantering

at the

Natalie and immediately

White, a pleasure

Clyde irked Natalie, but, ever the diplomat, she masked her distaste and inquired coolly, “Mr. Lambert,

he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my

happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell

remorse seemed

you’re upset. I’m here

from his pocket

as a token of my

a deep dislike for

hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no intention of accompanying you.

seeing the ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a

wavering in her gaze and couldn’t help but smirk

a renowned artist within the industry. His age

one in the design world could resist

Natalie, not only

his mind, a man ignorant of art hardly

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s

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

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

his unfamiliarity with art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily

touched his hand, signaling for him

coolly, asking, “Is your