The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 870 Be My Antialcoholism Medicine

The brightly lit city was a blur as the luxury car zoomed past, heading quickly towards the hotel. Janet felt dizzy and rested against Brandon’s chest. She felt uncomfortable and massaged her eyes.

“My head hurts. They made me drink a lot…” She pressed her cheek against Brandon’s neck and then she lifted her hand to rub his earlobe.

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Brandon’s eyes went dark. The choking alcohol smell from Janet made him feel uneasy, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Janet was so drunk she was acting without thinking. From time to time, she whispered sweet nothings in his ear and the smell of alcohol in her breath enveloped him. “Let me tell you a secret. My husband has a powerful business empire in Barnes and Seacisco, also, he’s the best to me…” Janet began to move restlessly in his arms before she completed her statement.

urged her, playing with her long curly hair, “Continue.” He was obviously enjoying this. A soft expression formed on his

ear and kept babbling away about her husband. With patience, the man listened. His eyes were kind, and his smile reached his eyes even

Janet suddenly began to sob. Tears trickled down her in a rush and landed on the back of his hand. Brandon wiped

night; however, Janet felt healed at the sound of Brandon’s voice. Finally, she slowly fell into a deep sleep in

they got into the elevator, Janet’s feet were frail as though she was a piece of driftwood in the sea. She clutched unto the man by her and for a second, she met his slightly chilly eyes. She panicked all of a sudden and didn’t know where to turn her eyes to. But a few moments later, she realized the handsome man before her was her husband and Janet smiled. Completely oblivious to the watchful eyes around,

a normal b*ody temperature, and there was no fever. It seemed she was just drunk. Not wanting anyone to see Janet in her drunken state, Brandon purposefully stood in front of her

his adam’s apple and neck, her vision blurry. She went on to place her hand on his lower b*ody

hand. His sharp eyes then grazed behind him as he turned his head,

of the elevator. He had told Sean to investigate Janet’s whereabouts, so he knew the

in the room already. He was ready to draw Janet’s blood and