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

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,

Allow me to jog

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

want this?” With downcast eyes and quivering lashes, Janet’s voice was tinged with sorrow. “We haven’t been using protection for some time, yet I still haven’t

predicament

reminded her of her own childlessness, weighing

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

her countenance remained

child is a matter of fate. If

murmured, her

her nose, jesting, “Even if

abandon me if I were

laughter bubbled forth, her spirits lifted by

Brandon felt a sense of relief. He reached out