My Billionaire Husband

Scott's face lit up at the sight of his lunch. He was pleased, and Brianna was rather surprised to see a content smile on him. She couldn't help finding him charming. Feeling bashful, she put the plate down on the table and looked away.

Scott sat down and enjoyed his lunch. "You are quite a master at cooking and bakery. You've got good taste in art." Scott commented suddenly.

"Thank you. I must have got it from my mum. She's an artist herself and very talented in lots of things."

"Tell me about her."

"Well, she's a gardener and created the most beautiful garden at home, I would say. She's a great cook as well, and she paints and plays the piano really well." Brianna said proudly, then she paused and added sadly, "or she used to. Since dad passed away and mum had a heart attack, everything changed."

Scott looked at Brianna for a while but made no comment. When he had finished eating, he asked, "Do you still want to be a designer?"

"Of course!" Brianna exclaimed, and her face lit up with excitement.

"We are intending to get into the jewelry market, and we want something unique. Perhaps you can be of some help." Scott said plainly.

Brianna pouted her lips, thought it over, and nodded, "I would love to give it a try. Thanks for offering me the chance." She said sincerely.

"Remember, I want something unique and eye-catching, something new and different."

"I will start right away."

Scott couldn't help noticing the liveness in Brianna's eyes. Obviously, she loves money, and as soon as she sees the chance of making money, she's excited, but she seems to like to be independent and will only do what she wants to do. At least she's rejected Jameson's offer, one hundred thousand dollars a night.

Scott appreciated it, though he wasn't sure if Brianna rejected it for the pure reason that she didn't want it or that she was pretending.

After Brianna tidied the table and cleaned the dishes, Scott beckoned her over and said, "My neck and shoulders hurt."

Brianna understood. She went into the massage room, put music on, lit incense, and got the oil ready. She did the best she could, though she herself was still recovering from the cold and fever.

When it was finally over, Brianna tidied the place as Scott put on his shirt. She turned around and almost dropped the oil as she felt sudden dizziness. Scott noticed and quickly gave her a hand. "What's the matter?"

"I'm ok, just feeling tired and a bit dizzy," Brianna muttered.

"Stay here and get some rest then. Your job is to serve me anyway. You don't have to get back to your desk." Scott said.

"But will I get fined still for being late for work this morning?" Brianna was still worried about the money.

Scott rolled his eyes, grabbed her chin up, and said, "If you do care so much about money, why don't you make me f.u.c.k you more often then?"

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Brianna's cheeks turned red instantly. She looked away, and in a slightly trembling voice, she said tentatively, "If you want to sleep with me, it will be my honor."

Seeing how unnatural she was, Scott chuckled, "If I want to. Ha-ha. Look at yourself now. How un-seductive you are!" He said, smiled at her cheekily, and walked out of the massage room.

Brianna watched him leave, and feeling really tired, she threw herself onto the bed and quickly fell asleep. Though she had set the alarm and intended to wake up in an hour or so, she didn't hear the alarm at all, and when she finally awakened, it was already four in the afternoon.

She quickly got up and rushed out to the office. Scott was looking at his laptop. He knew she was up, but he didn't take a look at her.

Apologetically, Brianna said, "I'm sorry. I overslept."

"Ha. I thought you were hibernating like a turtle." Scott mocked.

Hibernate like a turtle? Brianna thought. Who speaks like that? She didn't like Scott's comment, but still, she smiled and said politely, "Let me make some tea for you."

As usual, Scott didn't say yes, nor did he refuse, so Brianna went ahead and made him a cup of tea. She put the tea down on his desk and turned around to leave. Then, Scott spoke suddenly, "Brianna, if Jameson asks you to betray me and assist him again, say yes to him."

"Huh? Why?" Brianna was shocked.

"So you can be my spy and give him some fake information."

Brianna knitted her brows. "I'm afraid I'm not capable enough. I'm not as witty as you think I am, and I will probably get nervous."

"No, you aren't very smart, but you are quite a calm person, well, most of the time."

You aren't very smart! Brianna repeated his words in her mind mockingly, but again she would not show that she was annoyed, instead, she explained patiently, "I'm really worried that if Jameson finds out, then I will spoil your plan..."

"Don't underestimate yourself. You've worked for Liam William for some years and have met various sorts of people. I trust you know how to handle well in different situations and can be a good spy."

"Scott." Brianna spoke in a rather serious and genuine tone now, "honestly, I'm good at cooking; I can give you massage treatments, and I'm a designer, but being a spy and telling lies is not what I'm good at." She almost pleaded.

Seeing how awkward she felt, Scott smiled and beckoned her over. He took her into his arms, and Brianna sat on his l.a.p. Lifting her chin up with his long slim fingers and looking right into her eyes, he asked, "You really don't want to be a spy?"

"No, I don't. Scott, I'm sure you can find someone much better at this job than me. I don't want to ruin your plan."

"But the thing is that Jameson thinks you look just like the girl I love, and so I will probably fall in love with you, which means you will be the best person to use to defeat me. I'm quite sure he will ask you again."