The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Upon discovering that Laney’s departure had taken a toll on Garrett, leaving him tormented by insomnia and reliant on sleeping pills, Janet couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in her chest.

She pondered, had she not aided Laney in her departure, could Garrett and

Laney have reconciled sooner? Perhaps, then, Garrett wouldn’t be steeped in such misery.

Witnessing his friend’s anguish, Brandon’s heart ached, but his sharp tongue remained. With an icy countenance, he retorted, “He brought this upon himself.

He deserves it. Now he’s filled with regret. But what did he do when Laney was hurt before?” Janet elbowed Brandon subtly, urging him to refrain from berating

Garrett in his current state.

Reluctantly, Brandon fell silent. After assisting the servant with settling Garrett, he returned to the villa with Janet.

As Janet prepared to relax on the sofa, she found herself swept up in Brandon’s arms, enveloped in a tight embrace. “What are you doing?” she protested, pushing against his chest to maintain distance. “I’m exhausted from

held her hand, his voice low and sultry. “What transpired in the reception room earlier remains unfinished, and I long to continue…” A flush crept across Janet’s cheeks, and she averted her gaze from Brandon’s intense stare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I

don’t recall? Allow me to jog your

in fending him off. Recognizing her genuine resistance,

you want this?” With downcast eyes and quivering lashes, Janet’s voice was tinged with sorrow. “We haven’t been using protection for some

predicament tonight, the sight

nursery reminded her of her own childlessness, weighing

“Let’s have a check-up together soon, to put

countenance remained somber. Embracing her

child is a matter of fate.

hope so,” Janet murmured, her

pinched her nose, jesting, “Even

me if I

spirits lifted by

felt a sense of relief.