The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“Nothing is off-limits when it comes to Brandon. Those dresses are from the “True Love” series that was released earlier this
year. Each element was handmade by professional craftsmen.”
Hearing that, Natalie surmised that the price they fetched must be over the roof. Her frugal nature kicked in, and she immediately
looked away.
There were a lot of other amazing dresses to choose from anyway. Soon enough, she began to wish that they weren’t all so
gorgeous, since it made for a very difficult choice. Four hours later, Sebastian knocked on the door to the fitting lounge and let
himself in.
“So impatient!” Mr. Jarvis chided good-naturedly. He could tell what Sebastian was thinking at a glance.
“You were taking so long that I started to worry you might have done something to my precious lady.” There was a long corridor
connecting the female dressing room and the male dressing room here. Sebastian leaned against the door frand quietly
watched Natalie. The black suit he was wearing was pretty simple, albeit finely tailored to his figure. Even so, he made it look like
a million bucks, Natalie tried on a few more dresses, only to realize that she liked everything so far. Eventually, even she thought
that she was taking too long. She helplessly turned to Sebastian and gave him a pleading look. In response, he stared at the
cabdisplay and settled for the dress encrusted with diamonds.
“Jarvis, take that one out and box it up. Send it to my villa along with every dress my wife has tried on.” He was a man of action,
after all. He strode over and put an arm around Natalie’s shoulders.
“From now on, you don’t have to push yourself to choose one over the other. If you like something, just buy it. You can get
whatever you want.”
Mr. Jarvis clapped his hands with glee. “Oh my, how generous of you, Mr. Larson.”
He then turned to a panic-stricken Natalie and said, “Miss, you definitely made the right decision marrying this man.”
By the tthey arrived home, a delivery truck was parked in the driveway, and staff from South Pole were carefully transporting
one exquisite dress after another into the villa. Any woman would be quite overwhelmed to see so many gorgeous dresses at the
stime, let alone own them. Still, Natalie couldn’t help but frown and scold her overly indulgent husband.
“Sebastian, you don’t have to spend so much money on me. We’d better save for the future, just in case. Stop squandering your
wealth like this. I know you’re filthy rich, but...”

She unconsciously drifted into silence, thinking she might have said too much. She hadn’t completely reconciled with Sebastian
yet, and besides, it was his own money. By all rights, she wasn’t in a position to interfere with his finances.
“Forget it,” Natalie muttered angrily and stomped over to the sofa.
Sebastian chuckled at the grumpy look on her face.
He knew he should coax her and bring her over back to his side. If he let this selfless woman go, she would only end up getting
bullied by other people.
“How about this, then—what if I surrender all my assets to you? You can take charge of my finances from now on.” Sebastian
plopped down next to Natalie, rather surprised at himself. It seemed that he had taken well to getting tied down and submitting to
his dear wife.
Natalie gaped at him, just as shocked by his proposal, maybe even more. Sebastian had an obscene amount of money, and they
both knew it. Was he even aware of what he was saying? He cleared his throat and chuckled again, a mild attempt to lighten
things up.
“Take your tand think it over. There’s no rush. For now, just stay at hand get srest. I’ll take care of everything else.”
Sure enough, Sebastian was so busy in the next three days that he barely spent any tat home. They had been sleeping in
separate rooms ever since their fight, which only made it all the more difficult for Natalie to see him. He’d be gone long before
she woke up in the morning, and when he returned, she’d already be fast asleep.
Natalie found herself overthinking the possibilities, especially since she was in the dark about whatever was keeping Sebastian
so busy. She tried to find things to do at home, if only to distract herself from her budding expectations and anxiety.
Finally, on the third day, their doorbell rang. Natalie opened the door to find a young man with short, curly hair and a bright smile.
“Good morning, Miss Quinn. I’ve brought the stylists.” Natalie tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. This man looked
familiar for sreason. Noticing her confusion, Sean promptly introduced himself.
“Ah, pardon me. My nis Sean Johnson, and I’m Mr. Larson’s personal assistant. We have met once, a long tago.”
Natalie gasped and exclaimed, “Oh, so it’s you! Do cin and make yourself at home.”
Sean stepped into the foyer followed by several other people that included of a makeup artist, a hairdresser, and an employee
from South Pole.

Natalie instantly recognized them. For one thing, the makeup artist was renowned in the entertainment industry for having done
international stars and supermodels. Briefly, she wondered how Sebastian had managed to book such a high-profile team.
This time, however, Sean ignored her puzzlement and proceeded to direct everyone to their respective duties.
“Alright, you guys, let’s get to work! We only have three hours to get everything ready!”
The team sprang into action at once and got busy. Natalie found herself feeling intimidated by the sharp and efficient atmosphere
that Sean commanded. Nonetheless, she let herself be swept away by the motion of things.
True to their reputations, the makeup artist and the hairdresser handled her appearance like they were crafting a masterpiece.
Natalie was stunned when she looked in the mirror afterward; she hardly recognized herself. Her hair was braided intricately and
coiled on top of her head, highlighting her delicate features.
Her eyes glimmered under her curly lashes and the soft blush on her lids. The stylists opted for minimal makeup, but it never
diminished Natalie’s beauty. She looked far more elegant, more dazzling; than most socialites in Seacisco.
She certainly looked different compared to how she looked on her first wedding ceremony.
Sean watched the final product of their combined efforts and nodded approvingly. He glanced at his wristwatch and checked the
time.
“You may go out now, Miss Quinn. Mr. Larson is waiting for you outside.”
Right on cue, the servants opened the door of the villa. Sebastian stood at the driveway, clad in a silver gray suit and holding a
bouquet of tulips and lilies of the valley. He looked just as dashing as ever, but there was a more mature and steadfast quality in
the way that he held himself.
He watched the love of his life emerge from the villa, the sunlight pouring over her lovely face. A wave of awe washed over him
as he drank in the sight. He offered his arm as Natalie drew close, and when she took it, he murmured, “Only you could give this
dress justice.”
Natalie curled her gloved fingers around his bicep and grinned as he ushered her into the car. The sound of salutes rang around
just as the car door slammed shut, and then they were off to the wedding venue. The Bugatti Veyron cruised out of the villa
grounds with dozens of luxury cars in its trail.