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

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

recall? Allow me

advances, Janet’s hands persisted in fending him off. Recognizing her genuine

downcast eyes and quivering lashes, Janet’s voice was tinged with sorrow. “We

predicament tonight,

reminded her of her own childlessness, weighing

up, Brandon offered reassurance. “Let’s have a check-up

her countenance remained somber. Embracing

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

her tone still tinged with

nose, jesting, “Even if there’s an

if I were unable to father

bubbled forth, her spirits lifted by

a sense of relief.