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 continued

atmosphere, Mandy blocked his path, her eyes welling up. “Do you

misunderstood by her prince charming emboldened Mandy.

clarify that she wasn’t a

she truly detested Janet, she’d compete honorably through

ands replied

Mandy’s voice quivered. “What do you mean it’s not your concern? Am I that insignificant

her distress, Draco remained poised, his tone polite but distant.

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

the pain so suffocating

lip, Mandy’s eyes reddened. Her

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