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.

to work at W Marks, he decided that he’d keep all of his feelings for her

he eventually no

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weekend, when Janet woke up, she discovered that Brandon hadn’t gone to work. Instead, he brought Janet breakfast in

omelet he’d made and guessed that Brandon was going to ask her out on

felt playful. “I don’t have any plans. I’ve only

enough, after breakfast, Brandon asked her to change

waiting

to change her clothes, but before she was done, Brandon said, “I need to change as well. We’re

at Brandon in confusion and forgot

a charity event today. Every three years, I meet the children we funded. This gives the

So it wasn’t a

she could go to

He removed her unzipped dress, held the

struggle but failed. “Brandon,” she said.

take long,” Brandon

held Janet’s wrists high above her head and pressed

was suddenly the sounds of knocking at the door. “Who is it?” Brandon growled in a low voice, trying to suppress his anger at being

couldn’t hear the anger in Brandon’s voice from outside the door, however. He continued to knock. “Mr. Larson, the driver has been waiting for you,

that