The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Stepping out of the restroom, Mandy reached for her makeup when a familiar figure near the washbasin caught her eye.

Draco stood there, his icy gaze filled with disdain.

Mandy’s heart raced instinctively as she felt Draco’s icy, disdainful gaze.

Had Draco overheard her conversation with Vivi? “Draco…” she said hesitantly. He pursed his lips, looked away, and strode off. Flustered by his departure, Mandy rushed after him and grasped his hand, attempting to explain, “Draco, it’s not what you think. Please, hear me out.”

Draco gently freed his hand from her grasp, his frosty smile and flat tone revealing his indifference. “Miss Hamilton, there’s no need to justify yourself to me.”

His cold demeanor left Mandy feeling humiliated.

Was she a terrible person in his eyes?

Did he believe she’d hurt Janet, prompting his frosty behavior?

another icy glance and

bear the frigid atmosphere, Mandy blocked his path, her eyes welling up. “Do you really see me as despicable and shameless?” she

being misunderstood by her prince charming emboldened Mandy.

longed to clarify that she wasn’t

detested Janet, she’d compete honorably through her designs,

by her resolve, Draco soon regained his composure, regarded Mandy calmly, ands replied fiatly, “You’ve misunderstood, Miss Hamilton. Your character is

it’s not your concern? Am I that insignificant to you,

her distress, Draco remained poised, his

we have no real connection. At most, we’re merely peers in

so suffocating

reddened. Her tears threatened to

she didn’t want to prolong the scene by crying in front of the man she admired. Yet, she couldn’t bring