Chapter 1142
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 1142 A Married Woman
The information showed that Janet was a married woman. âWhat a pity! She got married at such a
young age.â Clyde fixed his gaze on Janetâs photo on the computer screen.
Janet looked so young. He assumed she was still a college student or something, but he didnât think
she was married Brandon Larson from the Larson Group was her husband. Brandonâs influence should
not be underestimated. Clyde gave Brandonâs information a serious look. He sipped the wine from the
glass on the table. His grin broadened.
Nowadays, most upper-class married couples appeared united on the outside but were divided from
within. There was a lot of talk about wealthy noble women having young lovers and wealthy successful
men having affairs with their secretaries. Clyde gulped down all the wine in his glass. He grinned while
looking at the photo of Janet again.
Janetâs marrying Brandon was a wise decision since she came from the White family, but the two might
not have strong feelings for each other.
He still had a chance to have a relationship with Janet.
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In the garage of Brandonâs villa, the Bentley was parked leisurely.
It had to be acknowledged that Brandon provided excellent service, playing the role of Janetâs
assistant. He bent down and lifted Janet as soon as her feet touched the ground He entered the living
room after a few steps.
âPut me down. Hannah is at home.â Janet felt shy. She covered her flushed face after two futile
attempts.
After placing her on the sofa. Brandon glanced at the sizzling dishes on the table. âIt seems like
Hannah isnât at home.â
âHow is this even possible? The dishes on the table are ready. As soon as I smell them. I can tell
theyâve been prepared by her.â Janet rushed into the kitchen with a bright smile after tidying up her
messy hair to look for her. âHannah is not outgoing since she dislikes talking to strangers.â
Brandon smiled and remained silent He handed a letter on the table to her and said, âThereâs a letter
here. She seems to have left it for you.â
Janet peeked her head out, holding the door frame. She had looked in the kitchen and the living room
and hadnât found Hannah She looked at the letter, pursed her lips, and moved closer. It was indeed
Hannahâs handwritingâ âJanet, Iâve decided to return to the village. The pumpkins at home are almost
ripe. I have to go back and collect them. I had a great time at your house. You donât need to always
worry about me. You have to take care of yourself. Please help me finish my new clothes. Then send
them over so I can wear them. When people grow old, they prefer to return to their homeland. Itâs great
that you want me to move here and stay with you, but Iâm still not used to living in a big city. Iâm going
back. Take care and donât overwork yourself. Youâre welcome to visit me whenever you have the time.â
Janet frowned as she read the last sentence, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Hannah wished she could be confident and happy all of the time. In her eyes, she regarded Janet as a
child who would never grow up.
Brandon had never been a talkative person, and he was at a loss for words of comfort at the moment.
Janetâs bright eyes were welling up with tears, making her look pitiful.
She pursed her lips, neatly folded the letter, and put it away. âSheâs only been here for a short while,
but she canât wait to leave. I still havenât caught up with her.â
âJanet? Brandon massaged her head, smiling bitterly. He had never seen such a miserable expression
on her face.
The atmosphere in the room was quite gloomy. He held Janetâs shoulder and drew her a chair to sit on.
He took out a few tissues and handed them to her. âDonât worry. Iâve already sent someone to repair
Hannahâs house in the village, and Iâve struck an agreement with her neighbors. Once a month, I will
send them some money and they will look after her for us. They will always receive payment as long as
Hannah is healthy and alive.â
Janet inhaled and stared at him, holding a tissue in her hand âYouâve done a lot of things behind my
back. Iâm not even aware of it.â
Brandon said with a smile, âIâm your husband. Of course, I have io do it for you.â
He placed the plate and fork in front of her and said, âWipe your tears. Letâs have dinner first. Hannah
cooked all the dishes. We canât let her efforts go to waste.â