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,

playfully shook

knowledge of art. That way, you’ll be better prepared to work as my assistant if you lose the

with a sly

my teacher?” Brandon narrowed his eyes, a hint of mischief gleaming

tried

do you mean? Haven’t

“You’ll find out when we get back,

seductive voice lingered, akin to

feeling of foreboding welled

finally grasped what his

villa, Brandon pinned Janet against the sofa, his

I want a

flushed a

the man off

I’m a real teacher!

lips brushed her earlobe, his sultry breath caressing

body art is also a

intoxicating touch, a fiery sensation building

were consumed by passion and on the brink of heading to bed,

clarity and pressed her hand

Brandon swatted her hand