The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 756

Chapter 756

“No, your waist is bare.”

“No…”

Exasperated, Natalie slumped onto the sofa, pouting, “Brandon, don’t any of these dresses please you? Are you just trying to keep me from going out?”

“I can help you with your career, too,” Brandon countered, enveloping her in his arms, nuzzling her cheek. “You don’t need to meet other men in person.”

He couldn’t help his jealousy.

“You don’t have to be so jealous.” Natalie shook her head helplessly.

“Fine, you can drive me there. While I work, find a nearby spot to wait. Just don’t interfere. Will that ease your mind?”

Begrudgingly, Brandon agreed.

Natalie and Clyde had both agreed to rendezvous at an upscale cafe, nestled amidst stunning scenery.

Nerves tingling with anticipation, Clyde reached the cafe early, eagerly awaiting Natalie’s arrival.

The photos he took of Hannah were no coincidence.

He’d known for some time that Natalie yearned to leave W Marks, aspiring to be an independent designer. Hannah’s garments were Natalie’s first solo endeavor.

Initially, Clyde puzzled over why Natalie would design for an ordinary elderly woman.

Upon discerning the connection between Natalie and Hannah, a plan took shape in his mind.

To get closer to Natalie, Clyde resolved to approach Hannah first.

Thus, he ventured to the countryside, capturing those images of Hannah and investing heavily in high- profile marketing campaigns. With considerable effort, he propelled the photos to the top of trending topics.

As anticipated, upon seeing the pictures at the summit of the trends, Natalie reached out to him, even consenting to a private meeting.

As long as their encounter remained uninterrupted, Clyde believed he could capture the fair maiden’s heart.

Lost in reverie, a knock at the door jolted him back to reality.

His gaze darted to the door.

A delicate hand gently pushed open the door to the private room. The ethereal figure who had haunted his dreams gracefully entered.

Clyde’s heart thundered as the captivating woman drew nearer.

Natalie’s beauty remained unparalleled.

“Excuse me, are you the artist, Clyde Lambert?” Natalie’s dulcet tones echoed within the chamber.

His breath hitched. “Yes… Yes… Yes, I am,” he stammered, struggling to control his galloping heart.