My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ducking into the bathroom, Lexi took a breather on the toilet, tapping her chest and feeling grateful for having barely dodged a tricky situation. She mumbied to herself, “No wonder Sean is Mr. Larson’s right hand. His powers of persuasion are so strong, he nearly got me to spill the beans.”

After a moment’s thought, she decided her first move would be to text Janet and fill her in, before pondering on whether to let Sean in on the secret.

Moments later, Janet noticed a new message from Lexi pop up on her computer screen as she worked at her desk.

Lexi wrote, “Boss, Sean was inquinng about what occurred at the studio today that frustrated you. Should I spill?”

Janet raised an eyebrow and let out a soft laugh, stealing a glance at Brandon, who sat by the couch, wearing a grave expression.

She couldn’t deny that Brandon’s concern had a soothing effect on her. She typed back promptly, “No, let me deal with this.”

Brandon a playful smile and said, “Are

flush of embarrassment. However, he denied it and retorted, “I have

a trace of embarrassment on Brandon’s usually stoic and handsome face, which only added to her amusement. She taunted, “If you’re curious about my day, it’s simple. Keep me in good spirits, and I’ll share.

exposed, Brandon blushed a little more, contrasting

“Even though I’m lost, I’m more than willing to do whatever it takes to keep you cheerful. So, what should I do to keep

“That’s for you to figure out. You can’t just ask someone what makes

his tie elegantly and said, “Then I’ll find my own ways to keep you cheerful.” Standing tall and upright, Brandon’s features, sharp and distinguished, looked almost dreamy in the dying sunlight, making him a sight for sore eyes. As he adjusted his tie, his well-defined jaw lifted slightly, accentuating the attractive bulge of his Adam’s apple. Caught in his allure, Janet found her heart fluttering. She swallowed hard and lightly clenched her fist. “What… What are you planning to do?” As soon as the words

dangerous smile, his

do you suppose? My

for interpretation, causing Janet’s breath to

bypassing her desk and standing right in front of