My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 661

Breakfast Wrapped in the quilt, Janet reached out her hand.

to turn on the light and then sat down to look at Brandon.

Smiling brightly, he asked: “Why are you so scared? I will not hurt you or anything.” His cheerful and euphemistic voice made the ears of Brandon turned even redder.

did not raise the head and refused to look at the woman next to him. side.

Clutching the quilt tightly, she felt a little depressed.

never felt so powerless before.

“Did you want to tell me something?” Janet asked with curious, tilting her head to the side.

With a tense look on his face, Brandon finally raised his eyes to look at Janet, though hesitant.

He said, “You… Please don’t… I…” Seeing that he couldn’t even finish the sentence, Janet was amused.

He shook his head with Helpless, he turned off the light and lay down with his back to Brandon.

Then he said quietly, “Okay, I’ll I promise I won’t bother you again.

You have I work tomorrow.

Goodnight”.

Thereafter, Janet didn’t say anything else.

Brandon breathed a sigh of relief.

In the dark, he looked at the silent outline of Janet.

too many doubts went through his mind.

what kind of person was he she? And how did they used to interact? to frustration Of Brandon, he still couldn’t remember anything.

Their head was filled with a thousand questions, but no I could just wake up Janet and ask her without her knowing about his memory loss.

return to lying on

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were over, and winter

of the loud

by the delicious scent of breakfast unconsciously looked

Janet

a quick wash,

a windy day, but there were no signs of

sun was

a Apron on, Janet poured two cups of milk into the table and

her into the

making sandwiches for

behind her,

“Good morning, sun!

is almost ready.” Brandon was stunned

he felt that this scene It looked so familiar, like it was experiencing

thought long

with his mother’s

to make him breakfast before he went

smell of delicious food early in the morning, the blurred face of

very familiar to him, but Brandon couldn’t remember

were not enough, his

everytime trying to clear it up, felt

waved his hand in front of him and asked, *Brandon? What do you have

It’s time for breakfast.”

Brandon’s eyes gradually cleared.

followed

dinning room.

sandwiches, bacon, eggs and milk on the

have.” With a smile, Janet handed him a glass of

awkwardly, “Oh, thank you.” Janet gestured

culinary conditions have not worsened

sandwich and hesitantly he took a

food you cooked Janet was nothing special, but