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.

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

no longer

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discovered that Brandon hadn’t gone to work. Instead, he brought Janet breakfast in bed

omelet he’d made and guessed that Brandon was

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

her to change

driver was already waiting

Brandon said, “I need to

looked back at Brandon in confusion and forgot to

the wardrobe and glanced at Janet’s bre@sts. “We’re going to a charity event today. Every three years, I meet the children we funded. This gives the Larson Group

wasn’t a date after

also happy she could go

dress just then, Brandon grabbed her hands, stopping her. He

failed. “Brandon,” she said.

long,” Brandon replied

head and pressed her against the back of

he was about to continue, there was suddenly the sounds of knocking at the door. “Who is it?” Brandon growled in a

“Mr. Larson, the driver has

downstairs didn’t know that he’d