Chapter 1273
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 1273 A Call From Hannah.
Janet batted her eyelashes innocently.
âThen who else should I have gone with? Clyde?â
âAbsolutely not!â
Brandon snatched the ticket and examined it.
âWhy do you want to bring me, though? I thought youâd take one of your designer friends, like
Elizabeth.â
Grinning, Janet replied, âElizabeth already knew about this art exhibition, and she had asked Frank to
get her a ticket a while ago.â
âBut if Clyde hadnât given you the ticket today, how were you planning to go?â
Brandon was puzzled.
With a pout, Janet admitted, âI was still hesitating whether to attend or not.â
Annoyed, Brandon furrowed his brow.
âWhatâs there to hesitate about? As long as youâre interested, I can secure tickets for you. While art
exhibitions arenât the Larson Groupâs specialty, I have significant clout with people across various
industries in Barnes. Rest assured, I can acquire as many tickets as you need.â
Janet chuckled at Brandonâsâ endearing competitiveness.
âAlright, alright, I know my husband is the best. Itâs just that the studio has been keeping me incredibly
busy lately, leaving me with little desire to attend an art exhibition. Thatâs what made me hesitant. But
now that Clyde has sent the tickets, I canât think of a reason not to go. Letâs consider it a date,â
Janet suggested.
At her words, Brandonâs expression softened.
Janet playfully shook Brandonâs arm.
âDonât you want to go on a date with me? Moreover, I can help you expand your knowledge of art. That
way, youâll be better prepared to work as my assistant if you lose the bet,â
Janet remarked with a sly smile gracing her lips.
âYou want to be my teacher?â Brandon narrowed his eyes, a hint of mischief gleaming within.
âWe havenât tried that yet.â
With a confused look, Janet said, âWhat do you mean? Havenât you been to school?â
With a wickedly charming smile, Brandon teased, âYouâll find out when we get back, my teacher.â
Brandonâs low, seductive voice lingered, akin to a feather teasing Janetâs heart.
An uneasy feeling of foreboding welled up within her.
Once home, Janet finally grasped what his intention was.
As soon as they entered the villa, Brandon pinned Janet against the sofa, his voice hoarse and
flirtatious.
âMiss White, I want a lesson now.â
Janetâs cheeks flushed a rosy hue.
She tried to push the man off her, gritting her teeth.
âBrandon Larson! Iâm a real teacher! Show some respect!â
His lips brushed her earlobe, his sultry breath caressing her neck.
âI know, you are my art teacher. But body art is also a type of art. Teach me, Ms. White,â he whispered.
Janet felt her knees weaken beneath Brandonâs intoxicating touch, a fiery sensation building within her.
Just as they were consumed by passion and on the brink of heading to bed, a sudden ringtone
interrupted them.
Janet regained some clarity and pressed her hand against Brandonâs.
âThe phoneâs ringingâ¦â Brandon swatted her hand away and kissed her again.
âNowâs not the time to answer the phone.â
âStop it. What if itâs urgent?â
Janet pushed him away once more.
âFine.â
Reluctantly, Brandon released Janet, his gaze filled with frustration as she picked up the phone.
The display revealed the call was from Hannah.
Upon answering, Janet heard Hannahâs excited, aged voice.
âJanet, I saw it!â
Bewildered, Janet asked, âHannah, what did you see?â
Hannahâs elation was palpable.
âMy photo in a magazine, wearing the clothes you designed for me! Iâm so thrilled I had to call you!â she
gushed.
Silently, Janet heaved a sigh of relief, realizing it was only about the photo.
Hannah was elderly and lived a solitary life in the countryside, which often made Janet worry for her
well-being.
Receiving such a late-night call, Janet had feared something had happened to Hannah.