My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Brandon's body visibly stiffened.

Hearing the psychologist's pointed question, he panicked.How he regretted not being cautious enough! He forgot to ask Frank to deal with his medical records and ended up giving the psychologist genuine information.

And of course, he saw that Brandon had been prescribed a lot of painkillers.Now he had no choice but to come clean.

"I've seen several doctors before, but none of their prescriptions worked.Gradually, I felt even worse.Every time I tried to recall the past, I would have a splitting headache that would only be relieved by painkillers.But don't worry.I'm not addicted or anything.In fact, I'm reducing the dosage now."

"Didn't my father introduce you to a doctor?" Janet asked in disbelief, unable to believe what she had heard.

"I thought you were getting better..."

After all, Brandon had never even mentioned anything about his splitting headaches to her at all.

Seeing her so worried, Brandon reached for her hand and patted it comfortingly.

"That doctor said that there's no way to cure me."

The more Janet thought about it, the more distraught she became.She shook off his hand and demanded, "How come you didn't tell me sooner? Brandon, some balls you have!"

Brandon pursed his lips and fell silent for a while.Then he said in a low voice, "I just didn't want you to worry too much."

at him.She didn't

down their things, he walked up to her and asked, "Honey, do you want

shot him a murderous

eating tonight.I'm

upstairs, but

"What do you want?"

teeth, hand poised to slap

go of her to cover

the face!"

Anyway, she

to

room and slammed the door

stood alone at the staircase, feeling

them! With a heavy heart, Brandon busied himself in the kitchen alone.The food he cooked smelled really divine.He had even prepared some

of the food was carefully laid out on the table.He knocked on the

time for dinner.You can go back to

the door

her nose.Her mouth watered, but she refused

eating.Eat by yourself.Stop disturbing