The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 1061 Precious Memories

Janet’s eyes fluttered open slowly as the sun filtered in through the blinds. She turned around and stretched her arms, groaning, only to find herself alone in the bed.

Slightly disappointed, she sat up and put on her crimson cashmere night robe to head downstairs.

She was greeted by one of the servants as she descended the staircase. “Good morning, Mrs. Larson! Please wait for a moment. Mr. Larson is preparing breakfast for you in the kitchen!”

“Really?” Janet asked, amazed. “Didn’t Brandon go to the office?” Janet headed into the kitchen in disbelief. So, it was true! Brandon was hard at work in the kitchen toasting bread, wearing her apron.

He seemed to feel her gaze and turned around, flashing his perfect smile. “Hey, sweetie! Give me 5 more minutes. Breakfast will be ready soon,” he said. He went on looking at her for a while, taking in how pretty she looked in that robe, and then turned around again to tend to the bread.

Janet looked at his back, blushing at the care he still showed for her.

Seeing that she didn’t respond, Brandon added, “Are you still dazed? Don’t worry, this sandwich will fix it!” She smiled sheepishly and walked toward the dining table. Brandon was already behind her, carrying plates of sandwiches and cake for her.

“Ah! This cake is your favorite. I planned to have it with you last night to celebrate your discharge from the hospital,” Janet remarked. But last night became special for other reasons…

thinking about the

fire. He smiled. The sweet

from the same bakery you like. I bought it on the way to the hospital thinking

voice, “But I could eat a lot of them every time you bought

a small silver spoon, lost in the memories they shared in the past.

eyes welled up. “Remember the first time I cooked for you? I also made you a sandwich for

of happiness and sadness. After everything they’d been through, every moment he had spent with her was engraved in his memory, the memory he had once

bit her lip, trying not to let out a sob. But her tears betrayed her as they plopped out of her eyes. Yet, she wore a

laughter. Brandon held her hand and

their precious memories had finally come back

her by gently smoothening her hair. She wiped her tears on his T-shirt and straightened up again. After

pulled her closer. “All my

ruddy face.

pinched her soft cheeks and leaned over to kiss her gently

something and put a finger to his lips, stopping him. “Aren’t

he whispered. Following her cues, Brandon started kissing her fingers, slowly moving toward her wrist. Just as he