The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 922 Go See The Kids

Draco had been worried that what had happened would affect Janet at work.

He hadn’t expected that Janet would handle it well.

Draco stopped frowning, stroked the face of the woman in the drawing and smiled.

When he first started this artwork, Janet had just started working at W Marks. Time passed quickly.

When Janet first arrived at W Marks on her first day, she was wearing her hair in a ponytail. She had desperately wanted to be a designer and had always worked hard. No matter how hard the task, she’d always fully thrown herself into it, in order to be the best. Sometimes when she was set up by hostile colleagues, she would fight back smartly.

That was when Draco decided that what he wanted was to be her protector.

Looking at the portrait, Draco found that Janet had grown so much more composed and mature since then. She was practically a different person now. He couldn’t help but feel sad.

“It’s time to let it go.” He was talking to himself, with a self-deprecating smirk at the corners of his mouth. He packed all the sketches away into the box.

Draco closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

W Marks, he decided that he’d keep all of his

no longer felt

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up, she discovered that Brandon hadn’t gone to work. Instead, he brought Janet breakfast in bed with a mysterious smile. “What are your plans for

ate the omelet he’d made and guessed that Brandon was going to

don’t have any plans. I’ve

breakfast, Brandon asked her to change into some casual

waiting outside in

before she was done, Brandon said, “I need to change as well. We’re going to see the kids today. I should be dressed less

at Brandon in confusion and forgot to zip

the wardrobe and glanced at Janet’s bre@sts. “We’re going to a charity event today. Every three years, I meet the

nodded. So it wasn’t a

was also happy she could go to the Larson

hands, stopping her. He removed her unzipped dress, held the back of her head, and kissed her deeply on

to struggle but failed. “Brandon,” she said. “We’re leaving

won’t take long,” Brandon replied

high above her head and pressed

But by the time his hands reached her thighs and he was about to continue, there was suddenly the sounds of knocking at the door. “Who

to knock. “Mr. Larson, the driver has been waiting for you, and he asked me to come and

downstairs didn’t know that