The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 683

“I just told you it was dangerous to jump over the balcony, yet you're about to do
it again. Don't you listen to me at all?” Natalie punched him. “Leave through the
front door.”

Brandon stroked her hair. He chuckled and said, “My dear wife.” He pinched her
angry cheek and kissed her lips.

“Don’t push it!" Natalie's face glowed with fury. She raised her hand to hit
Brandon again, but he avoided the blow. His long legs carried him down the
stairs. She listened to his footsteps as he left.

Natalie wept into her hands. “Tine, just live next door. We won’t meet since we
have very different working hours.” She calmed down and was about to leave the
room, when she saw Brandon leaning against the railing. He gazed at her,
grinning. “Don’t worry, new neighbor. We'll have plenty of opportunities to meet
again.” Smiling, he turned and strode out.

The next morning, when Natalie opened her curtains, she saw his luxury car
drive away.

Brandon had left for work. She breathed a sigh of relief, packed documents in her
bag and headed to work

The moment Natalie arrived at the W Marks Studio, her phone rang.

“Miss White, are you free today? 1 would like to discuss some details of the
project with you.” Mr. Ls voice sounded hoarse.

“I'm free right now. Can you send me the address?” Natalie stood up in
excitement.

“Meet me at 10:30 in Corrin’s Cafe. There will be a bunch of tulips on the table so
you can easily find me.” Mr. L then hung up the phone before Natalie could ask
for more details.

She checked the clock. “It's ten o'clock already? 1 must hurry. I can’t be late!”

As Natalie passed Elizabeth, she asked, “Elizabeth, do you have a lot of work
this morning? Would you like to come with me to meet this Mr. L?”

“1 can come along, but 1 won't sit with you. If he sees you need support, he
could doubt your professional ability.” Elizabeth packed up her stuff. Mr. L was a
strange man. It was a good idea to go with Natalie.

His requirement for anonymity was odd. And why Mr. L? Elizabeth smiled as an
idea lit up in her mind. She wanted to know whether her guess was correct.

With a sigh of relief, Natalie said, “He said he would put flowers on the table so I
can easily recognize him. This meeting is so strange. If you keep an eye on him
for me, you can call the police if anything happens.” Natalie hailed a taxi.

When they arrived at the cafe, Elizabeth saw a tall and straight man sitting by the
window. He raised his wrist to check the time as if he was waiting for someone.
“There he is. Do you see the bunch of tulips on the table?” Elizabeth nudged
Natalie's shoulder.

“I should make a phone call first.” Natalie called Mr. L. The man sitting by the
window picked up his phone and answered it.

“It seems that you are right. Here I go.” Natalie met Mr. L with a document in her
hand.

Elizabeth found another nearby table by the window and sat down to observe
“Hello, sir. 'm Natalie, the designer.”

Natalie smiles, lifting her hand to shake hands with the man. He looked
handsome and mature but a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

With a confused smile, the man took Natalie's hand and shook it, but then he
asked, “Sorry, who are you?”

“You invited me here.” To ease the embarrassment, Natalie smiled calmly. She
noticed the man’s frown and tentatively asked, “You're Mr. L, right?”

When the man met her gaze, Natalie saw the conflicted look in his eyes. Then he
nodded as if finally understanding. Seemingly enlightened he said, “Yes. I'm here
to discuss the collaboration with you. I'm sorry. It's been a busy day. I could
hardly keep up with my schedule.”

The man invited Natalie to sit down. His every move was graceful and noble and
the expensive suit and watch were enough indication of his success.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Natalie sat down. At first, she had suspicions about the
collaboration. But the man in front of her seemed really rich. That only meant he
could really pay the price he offered.

“These are some designs I drafted. But since I don’t have enough information
about what style the lady is into, 1 adapted popular trends these days and of
course, added some of my ideas.” Natalie took out her designs and put them in
front of the man.

In response, the man, Clyde Lambert, took out a personal resume and handed it
to Natalie. “Here are some things you need to know about me first.

With a nod, Natalie accepted and opened the file. Clyde's personal information
was listed on the document, including his job, his hobbies, and so on.

Clyde flipped through the drawings. He liked the designs. Looking up at Natalie,
he said calmly, “Did you design these for my mom? This is still a little early but
your kindness is appreciated.”

A few seconds passed before Natalie could snap out of her trance and smile.
“Oh, it's hardly kindness. I am simply doing my job. We had a deal.”

This was so strange! Had she gone to the wrong person after all? Why did Clyde
say that?

Natalie closed the resume and was about to say something but Clyde beat her to
it. “It's not really a deal, is it? Aren't you the date Hayes introduced me to?
Though. 1 don’t remember anything about you being a designer, Miss Gray.”
“Oh, 1 have no idea who this Hayes person is and my surname is not Gray
either. It seemed I got the wrong person.” Natalie quickly stood up now that she
confirmed her mistake. She collected her design to put it back in her bag.

Before leaving, she frowned and asked, “If you're not Mr. L, why did said yes’
earlier?”

“My family name is Lambert. I thought that's just the way you address me.” Clyde
leisurely fixed his tie and added, “Besides, you fit the description Hayes gave me.
You have a professional suit on and a gentle and beautiful appearance. I'm sorry
for the misunderstanding. I'm really sorry. But if my memory serves me right,
you're the one who came over and sat first.”

“I'm sorry. I won't disturb you anymore. I'll leave now.” Natalie immediately
apologized.

But when she was taking the documents on the table, she accidentally knocked
over the water glass. Half a glass of water spilled over the papers, soaking it until
the paint and ink spread.

Clyde quickly picked up the cup, all the while taking a few pieces of tissue to
wipe the paintings.

“No! I'm going to meet a client soon. I'm so doomed.” Natalie was so focused on
sorting out the wet papers that she didn’t notice their hands touching.