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.

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

Natalie’s cheeks

lips and refused

Brandon couldn’t

shot him a withering glare at the

the hour, she swiftly wrapped up

her line of questioning and gleefully

Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered

felt flustered and eager

exited

emerged, Natalie spotted a man waiting at the door, and her brow

caught sight of Natalie and immediately beamed, approaching

pleasure to

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

“I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness

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

remorse seemed to

know you’re upset. I’m here to offer

then produced a ticket from his pocket

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

a deep

in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has

the ticket, Natalie’s

her gaze

perhaps you’re unaware, but this ticket 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

in the design

to Natalie, not only to spend time alone with her but

ignorant of art hardly deserved

wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

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

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

he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he

reaction and gently touched his hand, signaling for him

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your