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

again, Natalie’s cheeks

her lips and refused to

this, Brandon couldn’t help

withering glare at the

the hour, she swiftly wrapped up

abandoned her line of

to exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s

thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and eager

they exited the studio, bantering

waiting at the door, and her brow furrowed

Natalie and immediately beamed, approaching

pleasure to meet

but, ever the diplomat, she masked her distaste and inquired coolly, “Mr.

“I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness

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

remorse seemed

I’m

ticket from his pocket

a gift as a token of my regret.

a deep dislike for

frosty gaze, he eyed the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no intention of accompanying you.

ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker

wavering in her gaze and couldn’t help but

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.

the design world

an invitation to Natalie, not only to spend time

ignorant of art

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression

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

performance in school art classes and his woeful

he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily

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

asking, “Is your