My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 795 A Kind Soul Once

Elizabeth had calmed down, Janet and Brandon left the hospital.

Their previous encounter was quite awkward, so Janet didn't want to stay behind in the hospital any longer and went home with Brandon.

After getting in the car, she asked him about what happened to Jorge.

Janet was shocked when she learned everything that Jorge had done.She thought that Jorge was the worst man in existence.

"My God, Jorge is the worst! He'll never change.Elizabeth thought that he'd eventually change himself for the better, but he never will.That man is incorrigible," Janet remarked, heaving a sigh.

She looked out the window and stared at the gloomy sky.

Dark clouds roamed the night skies, and it seemed that a heavy downpour of rain was coming.

Meanwhile, Brandon put his hand on his forehead while closing his eyes.

"Jorge will never change.He doesn't deserve salvation and he sure as hell doesn't deserve forgiveness.It's in the nature of humans to be resistant to change."

Noticing that he was apathetic to the subject, Janet looked at him and replied, "Brandon, you've changed a lot since the first day we met."

Upon hearing her response, he opened his eyes, seemingly exhausted.

all of the changes that happened to me are all

Janet's sake was only

to tell just how much he had changed ever since he lost his memories in

put

hand, had fallen silent.She could tell from his response that he was dispirited.She wondered if

couldn't figure

when she was about to ask Brandon a question, he turned toward her and

head and whispered,

hands on the leather cushion in the backseat to proper herself up.She leaned closer to him and planted

for a moment before embracing her and kissing her

they were finally out of

his chest, gently drawing circles on his left chest

change for me.I merely found a different

sound of her voice

on the back of it.He

her hand back, Janet smiled before

engaged in a luscious, passionate

they lost control of their

glanced at the rearview mirror, seemingly feeling

"Excuse me," he stammered.

we've...we've arrived