My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 902 Elizabeth Is Back

“Don’t worry.” Brandon gently reassured Janet, and then got out of the car to open the door for her.

As soon as she stepped out, Janet was surrounded by an onslaught of blinding flashes and the sound of shutters, the paparazzi swarming towards her like bees. Frightened, she fled back to the safety of her car.

The reporters who had gathered outside the vehicle turned their attention to Brandon. “Mr. Larson, how are we going to take photos if Mrs. Larson doesn’t show herself?”

At these words, Janet looked at Brandon in disbelief. “You called the paps here?”

Brandon said nothing to deny it. Instead, he led Janet out of the car and explained, “Someone has to do some damage control. We have to make this believable if you want to convince people that you’re not having an affair with Draco.”

Janet quickly understood. The next moment, she was slipping an arm around Brandon’s shoulder, pulling him closer. It was a picturesque portrayal of intimate lovers — a tall, handsome man and a beautiful woman locked in a tight embrace. The two pulled off a convincing performance.

shoulder, whispering, “I’m going to work, Honey.” Brandon responded

mind to the pairs of eyes locked on them. She had never kissed her husband so passionately in public like this before. It took a moment to gather her wits, the sensual movement of his lips making her knees weak. Pushing him away, she

gently flick at the tip of her nose.

flaming cheeks in her

once she was inside. Elizabeth had come back. It had been nearly a month since they last saw each

rare. You’re late for once,” Elizabeth said

at seeing her. She walked over to Elizabeth quickly, beaming as she took her hands. “You seem well. I’m glad. How’s

one of her own. “She was discharged from the hospital a few weeks ago. I can’t thank Brandon enough for helping us find the best doctor. My aunt wanted to thank you too. She’s very grateful. She said that you have to taste the desserts

the excitement from the warm reunion had dissipated,

and Mr. Wesley, Dalores might have been the one behind them. However, even if I want to take legal action, Dalores

day before had been a serious incident. The national highway was blocked off, and the media flocked to the site to report on

news, but none

in the design studio for a long time,