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.

look around? After all, we used to sleep

clung to

no reason to refuse her, he walked into the room slowly, as if he was about to face

her

from the bathroom brought Brandon back to his

reason,

shook his head and chastised

was just a

Janet saw that Brandon hadn't left.He was sitting quietly on the sofa, reading a magazine.He had taken off his suit

two buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, exposing his sharp collarbone and pectoral muscles.He looked

sat on the edge of the bed and

I was waiting for you to

looked up at the woman in front

hoarse for reasons he couldn't explain.He had flipped through the magazine in his hand twice

a complete loss as to what to do, which

Janet was standing in front of him half-naked, as though she was deliberately trying to seduce him.And it worked.His mind went

out wrapped in a

lit, with only a bedside table lamp illuminating the room in a