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.

words, Brandon’s

shook

me? Moreover, I can help you expand your knowledge of art. That way, you’ll be better

with a sly smile gracing her

want to be my teacher?” Brandon narrowed his

haven’t tried

said, “What do you mean? Haven’t

teased, “You’ll find out when we

seductive voice lingered, akin to a

uneasy feeling of foreboding welled

grasped what his intention

pinned Janet against the

want a lesson

flushed

the man

real

her earlobe, his sultry breath caressing her

are my art teacher. But body art is also a type of art. Teach me, Ms. White,” he

felt her knees weaken beneath Brandon’s intoxicating touch,

on the brink of heading

and pressed her hand against

swatted her