My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 753 The Same Dress

After the second round of passionate love-making, Janet felt as though her body was about to give up.

She raised her index finger and poked Brandon on the chest. "Are you still angry at me?" she asked cautiously.

Brandon suddenly pulled her close to him and buried his face in her neck. He held her in his arms without saying a word. No matter how Janet approached, he refused to tell her why he was angry.

But Janet could tell that he was in a better mood than earlier.

Brandon pulled the quilt over them and held Janet close. "Just go to sleep."

Janet pouted in dissatisfaction, but she didn't push the matter.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep. By the time she opened her eyes again, it was already morning.

It was bright out. Yawning, Janet turned in bed, only to catch a glimpse of

Brandon going out the door. He was already dressed, so he must've left for the company.

Janet stuck out of her lower lip and pulled the quilt over her head. She was pissed. She had worked hard to make him happy last night. In the end, he still refused to forgive her or even told her why he was mad at her!

in bed for a little while longer before finally getting up to go to work. Her bodyguard followed her to

Garrett had picked her to design their attire for the upcoming

Janet got to her desk, she began to work. She was so immersed in her design that she paid no attention

up her phone in front of her that she realized that

Tasha." Janet took the phone and found that it was Laney who had left

again, Janet! I'll treat you to a big meal next time, okay?" Janet smiled as

to put away her phone, it

time, it was Garrett who had texted

looking at the words on her screen, Janet felt like she could almost hear

taught you a thing or two, am I

couldn't help but chuckle. She put down her phone and went to

then did she notice that the office seemed

and looked at Tasha questioningly. "Why's

was in the middle of sorting

cubicle and shrugged. "She asked for a leave out of the blue. Maybe she

"Seriously?"

office. Dalores threw a design drawing on the table and demanded, "What the hell is that supposed

what Dalores said just now, she had tried to call