The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 797 All He Wanted

The night grew late, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds.

Brandon donned his pajamas and carried Janet to the sofa before changing the sheets.

The indent of his muscles were visible even under the clothes.He turned his head and stared down at Janet, who looked utterly spent and exhausted.

Brandon caressed her cheek lovingly.

"You haven't had dinner yet," he said in a gentle voice.

"Would you like me to go downstairs and whip something up for you?"

Janet's eyes were already growing heavy.She yawned and clutched at one of the throw pillows around her.

"No, thank you.I just wanna sleep..."

With a faint smile, Brandon fetched some tissues and diligently wiped her off.

Once he was done with the bed, he gathered her in his arms and placed put her back under the covers.She was so tired that she almost fell asleep as soon as she hit the mattress.

Janet felt Brandon snuggle behind her, and then she heard him ask, "Would you like me to help you take a shower?"

She shook her head, her eyes already tightly shut.иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σмShe didn't want to risk the possibility of dozing off in the bathroom.

up on his

you prefer girls?" he asked,

capable of forming an entire sentence at this point, so she only let out a soft

girl," he whispered in her ear as

just as adorable as you, and I'll spoil her like a princess."

has the same

didn't like to mingle with

smile appeared on Brandon's

said softly.Don't worry.I won't let anyone

and

I don't care whether it's a boy

my best to be a good father.I'll make sure our children are

have a warm home with a strong father, a kind mother, and lovely children.It was all that Brandon had always wanted in

lower lip and burrowed into the cocoon of his arms.She wanted to give him

spring when Barnes had its

pouring rain.He risked a backward glance, only to find a dozen men brandishing

was so terrified that his knees almost gave out, but his desperation urged him to move forward.He

in a

you after me? I have no quarrel with

and strained, and he looked like a mangy dog that had been wandering the streets for days.He stared at the tall, burly men in front of him and

me go, I beg you! I did nothing to you, you have no reason

grabbed Jorge's hair without warning,