The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Brandon’s whole body tensed up instantly.

Seeing this, the smile on Janet’s face became even brighter. She tilted her head to look at him in a somewhat innocent-like manner, to which Brandon tightened his jaw and pursed his thin lips.

“What’s the matter? You look flustered. Brandon, you were never like this in bed before.” Janet continued to banter with him.

Brandon himself once admitted that he was wild in bed. So why was he so shy now? Janet found it oddly amusing.

Upon hearing her, Brandon’s steps became unsteady subconsciously. Was she telling him the truth?

In his memory, he had never slept with a woman. Moreover, Janet was nothing but a stranger to him now. How on earth could she know what he was like in bed?

Seeing the hesitant and uncertain look on Brandon’s face, Janet suddenly wanted to keep on teasing him. She pulled his suit jacket and led him into the master bedroom. “Why don’t you come inside and look around? After all, we used to sleep here together.”

Brandon clung to the doorknob subconsciously. Having no reason to refuse her, he walked into the room slowly, as if he was about to face a formidable enemy.

cautious he looked, Janet was amused. She covered her mouth and said

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the bathroom

and chastised himself. Janet was just a woman.

out of the shower, Janet saw that Brandon hadn’t

sofa, reading a magazine. He had taken off his suit jacket and carefully laid it on the

the bed and asked, “Aren’t you going to take a shower before

little hoarse for reasons he couldn’t explain. He had flipped through the magazine in his hand twice or thrice now, but nothing seemed to register

and then walked

him half-naked, as though she was deliberately trying to seduce

bedroom was now dimly lit, with only a bedside table

in the middle. Janet slept on her stomach, taking up most of the bed. Brandon