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

today.” Brandon gently held her hand, his voice low and sultry. “What transpired in the reception room earlier remains unfinished, and I long to continue…” A flush crept across Janet’s cheeks, and she averted her gaze from Brandon’s intense stare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need to shower.” Brandon grasped her chin, compelling her to

don’t recall? Allow me to

hands persisted in fending him off. Recognizing her genuine resistance, rather than

Janet’s voice was tinged with sorrow. “We haven’t been using protection for

Garrett’s predicament tonight, the

reminded her of her own childlessness, weighing

check-up together

countenance

Having a child is a matter of fate. If it hasn’t happened yet, the time

so,” Janet murmured, her tone still tinged

Brandon pinched her nose, jesting, “Even if

me if I were unable to father a

spirits lifted by his comforting

a sense