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 cheeks

lips and

this, Brandon couldn’t help but

glare

swiftly

her line of questioning and

grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly

felt flustered and eager to escape the confines of the

in hand, they exited the

Natalie spotted a man waiting at

sight of Natalie and immediately

White, a pleasure

irked Natalie, but, ever the diplomat, she

to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My actions caused

Don’t dwell on

remorse seemed

upset. I’m

then produced a ticket from his pocket and extended it

brought you a gift as a token of

deep

he eyed the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no intention

seeing the ticket, Natalie’s eyes

the wavering in her gaze and

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

was well aware that no one in the design world could

only to spend time alone with her but

his mind, a man ignorant of art

wavered, Brandon’s

business, not design or art. Nonetheless, you shouldn’t hinder

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

entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily acquire tickets.

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

regarded Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your