The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

When Elizabeth received Janet’s phone call, she was buried in overtime work.

Elizabeth sighed wearily when asked about Frank.

"I’ve been swamped recently, working round the clock.I haven’t seen Frank often, let alone had much contact with him." Hearing this, Janet’s brow furrowed, her mind plunging into deep thought. Was she overthinking things? Could it be that the situation wasn’t as dire as she suspected? Recognizing Janet’s silence, Elizabeth quickly added, fearing that Janet might be worried, "Don’t stress.Mr.Wesley informed me that W Marks studio won’t serve any customers who’ve canceled orders with you.I’ve been putting in extra hours because W Marks studio is currently short-staffed as some designers have resigned." Janet laughed softly.

"What are you imagining? I couldn’t care less if my former clients go to W Marks.I called you simply to ask if Frank has been particularly busy recently." Realizing something was amiss, Elizabeth was unsure why Janet was probing into Frank’s affairs.

Nevertheless, she answered honestly, "Frank does appear to be rather busy of late.I sent him a message last night, but he was so occupied that he didn’t reply until ten o’clock in the evening."

Janet’s heart fluttered. It was precisely at ten o’clock last night when Brandon returned home.

uneasy due to the silence at the other end, asked, "What’s the matter, Janet? Is there

with Frank.I was just asking out of curiosity.I won’t keep you any longer.I’ll

the sofa, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She was now fairly certain that Brandon’s recent coldness was related to their previous medical examination. Was there something wrong with his health? A thought flashed through her mind—Brandon had once been drugged by

some lingering effects from the drugs, and chose not to disclose it to her?At this thought, Janet was caught in a mix of distress and irritation. She felt sympathy for Brandon, who seemed to be bearing this burden alone, and resentment at him for

Janet as he towel-dried his

blinking, not

you starring at me like

to her feet & begin to towel-dried his

own demeanor, Brandon couldn’t shake off a

towel & dry his hair himself several times,