My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet batted her eyelashes innocently.

“Then who else should I have gone with? Clyde?”

“Absolutely not!”

Brandon snatched the ticket and examined it.

“Why do you want to bring me, though? I thought you’d take one of your designer friends, like Elizabeth.”

Grinning, Janet replied, “Elizabeth already knew about this art exhibition, and she had asked Frank to get her a ticket a while ago.”

“But if Clyde hadn’t given you the ticket today, how were you planning to go?”

Brandon was puzzled.

With a pout, Janet admitted, “I was still hesitating whether to attend or not.”

Annoyed, Brandon furrowed his brow.

“What’s there to hesitate about? As long as you’re interested, I can secure tickets for you. While art exhibitions aren’t the Larson Group’s specialty, I have significant clout with people across various industries in Barnes. Rest assured, I can acquire as many tickets as you need.”

Janet chuckled at Brandon’s’ endearing competitiveness.

“Alright, alright, I know my husband is the best. It’s just that the studio has been keeping me incredibly busy lately, leaving me with little desire to attend an art exhibition. That’s what made me hesitant. But now that Clyde has sent the tickets, I can’t think of a reason not to go. Let’s consider it a date,”

Janet suggested.

her words, Brandon’s expression

shook Brandon’s

your knowledge of art. That way, you’ll be better prepared to work as my

a sly smile

Brandon narrowed his eyes, a hint

haven’t tried

confused look, Janet said, “What do you mean? Haven’t you been to

“You’ll

lingered, akin to a feather teasing

feeling of foreboding

finally grasped what his intention

Brandon pinned Janet against

I want a lesson

flushed a rosy

push the man off her, gritting

I’m a real teacher!

brushed her earlobe, his

But body art is also a type of art. Teach me, Ms. White,”

intoxicating touch, a fiery

the brink

regained some clarity and pressed her hand

Brandon swatted her