My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

When Elizabeth received Janet’s phone call, she was buried in overtime work.

Elizabeth sighed wearily when asked about Frank.

"I’ve been swamped recently, working round the clock.I haven’t seen Frank often, let alone had much contact with him." Hearing this, Janet’s brow furrowed, her mind plunging into deep thought. Was she overthinking things? Could it be that the situation wasn’t as dire as she suspected? Recognizing Janet’s silence, Elizabeth quickly added, fearing that Janet might be worried, "Don’t stress.Mr.Wesley informed me that W Marks studio won’t serve any customers who’ve canceled orders with you.I’ve been putting in extra hours because W Marks studio is currently short-staffed as some designers have resigned." Janet laughed softly.

"What are you imagining? I couldn’t care less if my former clients go to W Marks.I called you simply to ask if Frank has been particularly busy recently." Realizing something was amiss, Elizabeth was unsure why Janet was probing into Frank’s affairs.

Nevertheless, she answered honestly, "Frank does appear to be rather busy of late.I sent him a message last night, but he was so occupied that he didn’t reply until ten o’clock in the evening."

Janet’s heart fluttered. It was precisely at ten o’clock last night when Brandon returned home.

Elizabeth, feeling uneasy due to the silence at the other end, asked, "What’s the matter, Janet? Is

Frank.I was

coldness was related to their

of distress and irritation. She felt sympathy for Brandon, who seemed to be bearing this burden alone, and resentment at him

to Janet as he towel-dried

at Brandon without blinking, not uttering a word.Despite feeling nervous, Brandon

are you starring at me

to her feet & begin to towel-dried his

couldn’t shake off a sense of

to grab the towel & dry his hair himself several times, But each attempt was swiftly twarted