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 for her

he eventually no longer felt

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to work. Instead, he brought Janet breakfast

that Brandon was

any plans. I’ve only

asked her to change into some

driver was already waiting

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

at Brandon in

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

So it wasn’t a

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

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

struggle but failed. “Brandon,”

take long,” Brandon replied in a low

held Janet’s wrists high above her head and pressed

to continue, there was suddenly the sounds of knocking at the door. “Who is it?”

from outside the door, however. He continued to knock. “Mr. Larson, the driver has been waiting for you, and he asked me to

know that he’d