My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

In their daily routine, Brandon showed up at Janet’s studio when dusk arrived, ready to accompany her back home.

Upon entering the space, his eyes landed on Janet. Seated at her desk, she was hunched slightly, an aura of melancholy surrounding her. At the sound of his entrance, Janet looked up, a strained smile on her face, and said, “You’re here.”

A knot formed in Brandon’s chest. He quickly moved to sit by her, gently taking her hands and scanning her face with worry. “What happened? You look drained. Are you ill or is something bothering you?”

Ever since Janet’s medical report had arrived, Brandon was acutely aware of her emotional condition, fearing anything that might cause her distress.

He found himself wishing he could stay with Janet round the clock, just to keep his worries at bay.

The cause of Janet’s gloom today was Suzanne’s earlier conversation.

An unsettling feeling stirred within her, triggered by Suzanne’s words and that smug glint in her eyes, bringing Janet’s own misfortune to mind.

doubts that Suzanne was aware of her infertility, perhaps purposefully broaching the subject

matter between Janet and Brandon. If she brought it up, his worry

decided to keep mum. She forced a smile and said, “I’m alright, just a little

was

understand that work challenges didn’t weigh

more it fueled her competitive fire and energized her. She definitely wouldn’t be this downcast because of work.

wasn’t adding

eyes, Brandon pressed, “Are you sure nothing’s wrong?

replied, gently brushing his worried face, her voice

Finally, he relented and said, “Alright, but remember

grin, Janet assured him, “Understood, darling.”

she noted, “I’ve got some work