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.

he had no choice but to return to lying on the

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over,

woke up to the sound of the

delicious scent of breakfast unconsciously looked to the other side

realized that Janet was not in

wash, he

was a windy day, but there

was still shining

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

followed her into the

was making sandwiches for

behind

“Good morning,

is almost ready.” Brandon was stunned

scene It looked so familiar, like it was experiencing

thought long

gradually with

make him breakfast before

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

to him, but Brandon

if that were not enough, his

to clear it up, felt a dull ache in

distraction, Janet he 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.

milk on the table,

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

hands and said awkwardly, “Oh, thank you.” Janet gestured to the food

conditions have not worsened while I was outside.” Brandon

a sandwich and hesitantly

Janet was nothing special, but