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.

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

he eventually no longer felt

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to work. Instead, he brought Janet breakfast in bed with a mysterious smile. “What are your

that Brandon was going to ask her out on a

any plans. I’ve only just

after breakfast, Brandon asked her to

was already waiting

“I need to change

back at Brandon in confusion and forgot to zip up

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

So it wasn’t a date after

go to the Larson

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

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

Brandon replied

and

hands reached her thighs and he was about to continue, there was suddenly the

the anger in Brandon’s voice from outside the door, however. He continued to knock. “Mr. Larson, the driver has been waiting for you, and he asked me to come and

driver downstairs didn’t know that he’d