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.

he had no choice but to return to lying on the edge of the bed, wrapped up and closed the

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storms were over,

to the sound of the loud winds beating

to close the window, he was attracted by the delicious

realized that Janet was not

a quick wash,

windy day, but there were

was

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

her

was making sandwiches for

heard footsteps behind her, she

and smiled: “Good morning,

Brandon was

scene It looked

long and

busy figure overlapped gradually with his

him breakfast before

in the morning, the blurred face of the woman and the familiar

very familiar to him, but Brandon couldn’t remember

were not enough,

trying to clear it up,

waved his hand in front of him and asked, *Brandon? What do

It’s time for breakfast.”

Brandon’s eyes gradually cleared.

and followed her to

dinning room.

and milk on the table, a delicious breakfast for

a smile, Janet handed

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

skills culinary conditions have not worsened while I was outside.” Brandon

a sandwich and

Janet was nothing