The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 661

Breakfast Wrapped in the quilt, Janet reached out her hand.

to turn on the light and then sat down to look at Brandon.

Smiling brightly, he asked: “Why are you so scared? I will not hurt you or anything.” His cheerful and euphemistic voice made the ears of Brandon turned even redder.

did not raise the head and refused to look at the woman next to him. side.

Clutching the quilt tightly, she felt a little depressed.

never felt so powerless before.

“Did you want to tell me something?” Janet asked with curious, tilting her head to the side.

With a tense look on his face, Brandon finally raised his eyes to look at Janet, though hesitant.

He said, “You… Please don’t… I…” Seeing that he couldn’t even finish the sentence, Janet was amused.

He shook his head with Helpless, he turned off the light and lay down with his back to Brandon.

Then he said quietly, “Okay, I’ll I promise I won’t bother you again.

You have I work tomorrow.

Goodnight”.

Thereafter, Janet didn’t say anything else.

Brandon breathed a sigh of relief.

In the dark, he looked at the silent outline of Janet.

too many doubts went through his mind.

what kind of person was he she? And how did they used to interact? to frustration Of Brandon, he still couldn’t remember anything.

Their head was filled with a thousand questions, but no I could just wake up Janet and ask her without her knowing about his memory loss.

the end, he had no choice but to return to lying on the edge of the bed,

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rain storms were over, and winter

to the sound of the loud

by the delicious scent of breakfast unconsciously looked to the

then realized that Janet was not in the

quick wash,

windy day, but

sun was still shining

two cups of milk into the table and then went back to the kitchen to prepare the

her into the

I was making

she heard footsteps behind her, she turned

morning, sun! Go wash

almost ready.” Brandon was

this scene It looked so familiar, like

thought long

overlapped gradually with his

make him breakfast before

the morning, the blurred face of the woman

familiar to him, but

were not enough,

up, felt a dull ache in

in front of him and asked, *Brandon? What do you have in mind? Let’s

It’s time for breakfast.”

Brandon’s eyes gradually cleared.

followed her

dinning room.

and milk on the

have.” With a smile, Janet handed him

glass with both hands and said awkwardly, “Oh, thank you.” Janet

culinary conditions have not worsened while I was

took a sandwich and hesitantly

you cooked Janet was nothing special, but she tasted