My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Upon discovering that Laney’s departure had taken a toll on Garrett, leaving him tormented by insomnia and reliant on sleeping pills, Janet couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in her chest.

She pondered, had she not aided Laney in her departure, could Garrett and

Laney have reconciled sooner? Perhaps, then, Garrett wouldn’t be steeped in such misery.

Witnessing his friend’s anguish, Brandon’s heart ached, but his sharp tongue remained. With an icy countenance, he retorted, “He brought this upon himself.

He deserves it. Now he’s filled with regret. But what did he do when Laney was hurt before?” Janet elbowed Brandon subtly, urging him to refrain from berating

Garrett in his current state.

Reluctantly, Brandon fell silent. After assisting the servant with settling Garrett, he returned to the villa with Janet.

As Janet prepared to relax on the sofa, she found herself swept up in Brandon’s arms, enveloped in a tight embrace. “What are you doing?” she protested, pushing against his chest to maintain distance. “I’m exhausted from

long to continue…” A flush crept across Janet’s cheeks, and she averted her gaze from Brandon’s intense stare.

recall? Allow me to

his advances, Janet’s hands persisted in fending him off. Recognizing her genuine resistance, rather than flirtatious evasion, Brandon ceased

inquired, “What’s wrong? Don’t you want this?” With downcast eyes and quivering lashes, Janet’s voice was tinged with sorrow. “We haven’t been using protection for some

empathetic toward Garrett’s predicament tonight, the

her of her own childlessness,

“Let’s have a check-up together soon, to put your mind at

but her countenance

her, “Don’t fret. Having a child is a matter of

murmured, her tone still tinged

nose, jesting, “Even if there’s

I were unable to father a

bubbled forth, her spirits lifted by his comforting

mood brighten, Brandon felt a