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

no longer felt

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Instead, he

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

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

Brandon asked her to change into some

waiting outside in

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

at Brandon in confusion and

charity event today. Every three years, I meet the children we

wasn’t a date after

also happy she could go to the Larson Group charity event with

just then, Brandon grabbed her hands, stopping her. He removed her unzipped dress, held the back of her head, and kissed her

failed.

long,” Brandon

and pressed

time his hands reached her thighs and he was about to continue, there was suddenly the sounds of knocking at the door. “Who is it?” Brandon growled in a low voice, trying to suppress his anger

“Mr. Larson, the driver has been waiting

know that he’d made