My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 922 Go See The Kids

Draco had been worried that what had happened would affect Janet at work.

He hadn’t expected that Janet would handle it well.

Draco stopped frowning, stroked the face of the woman in the drawing and smiled.

When he first started this artwork, Janet had just started working at W Marks. Time passed quickly.

When Janet first arrived at W Marks on her first day, she was wearing her hair in a ponytail. She had desperately wanted to be a designer and had always worked hard. No matter how hard the task, she’d always fully thrown herself into it, in order to be the best. Sometimes when she was set up by hostile colleagues, she would fight back smartly.

That was when Draco decided that what he wanted was to be her protector.

Looking at the portrait, Draco found that Janet had grown so much more composed and mature since then. She was practically a different person now. He couldn’t help but feel sad.

“It’s time to let it go.” He was talking to himself, with a self-deprecating smirk at the corners of his mouth. He packed all the sketches away into the box.

Draco closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

decided that he’d keep all of his feelings for her to

eventually no longer felt

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woke up, she discovered that Brandon hadn’t gone to work. Instead, he brought Janet breakfast in bed with

ate the omelet he’d made and guessed that Brandon was going to ask her out on

have any

enough, after breakfast, Brandon asked her to change into some

driver was already waiting outside

clothes, but before she was done, Brandon said, “I need to change as well.

Brandon in confusion and forgot to

to a charity event today. Every three years, I meet

nodded. So it wasn’t a date

was also happy she could go to the Larson

just then, Brandon grabbed her hands, stopping her. He removed her unzipped dress, held the back of her head,

struggle but failed. “Brandon,” she said.

won’t take long,” Brandon

held Janet’s wrists high above her head and pressed her against the

he kissed her passionately. But by the time his hands reached her thighs and he was about to continue, there was suddenly the sounds of knocking at the door. “Who is it?” Brandon growled in a low voice, trying to suppress his anger at

couldn’t hear the anger in Brandon’s voice from outside the door, however. He continued to knock. “Mr. Larson, the driver has been waiting for you, and he asked me to come

know that he’d made