My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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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.

to continue to work at W Marks, he decided that he’d keep

he eventually no

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

Brandon was going to ask her out

don’t have any plans. I’ve only just

enough, after breakfast, Brandon asked her to change

was already waiting outside in the

Brandon said, “I need to change as well. We’re going to see the kids today. I should be dressed less

looked back at Brandon in confusion and forgot to zip up

the wardrobe and glanced at Janet’s bre@sts. “We’re going to a charity event today. Every three years, I

wasn’t a date

happy she could go to the Larson Group charity event

was about to zip up her dress just then, Brandon grabbed her hands, stopping her. He

but failed. “Brandon,” she said. “We’re leaving

long,” Brandon replied in

her head and pressed

and he was about to continue, there was suddenly the sounds

voice from outside the door, however. He continued to knock. “Mr. Larson, the driver has been waiting for you, and he

driver downstairs didn’t know that he’d made