The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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.

don't you come inside and look around? After all, we used

to the

room slowly, as if he was about to face a formidable

covered her mouth and said gently, "Well, get settled.I'll

sound of running water from the

reason,

his head

just a

stepping out of the shower, Janet saw that Brandon hadn't left.He was sitting quietly on the sofa, reading a magazine.He had taken

his white shirt were unbuttoned, exposing his sharp collarbone and pectoral

wet hair, Janet sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "Aren't you going to take a shower before

waiting for you to

up at the woman in

apple bobbed up and down, and his voice was a little hoarse for reasons he couldn't explain.He had flipped through the magazine in his hand twice or thrice now, but

stood up, and then walked to the bathroom.He was at a complete loss

of him half-naked, as though she was deliberately trying to seduce him.And it worked.His

walked out wrapped in a

was now dimly lit, with only a bedside