Chapter 1362 Who Dared To Torment You
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
As the clock struck six in the twilight, Brandon, weary from a long day at work, nudged the door open
and entered his abode.
On the brink of illuminating the room with a flick of the switch, a curled-up shape on the sofa flashed at
the edge of his vision. Janet sat there, a terrified creature trapped within her own emotions, quaking in
the corner of the sofa.
It seemed as though a shadow of immense sorrow had swept over her.
Her delicate frame trembled subtly and the faint echoes of her sobs hung in the room. This was the
premiere act of her silent sorrow and despair he had ever witnessed. A surge of anguish twisted his
heart.
With brisk strides, he closed the distance between them, his hands landing gently on her shoulders,
and his voice rang with urgency.
"Janet, whatâs the matter? What happened?" Slowly, like the lifting of a tragic mask, Janet raised her
face, cheeks glistening with the tracks of her tears. With a brave heart, she attempted to shield
Brandon from her distress.
She stifled a sniffle and contorted her features into an awkward grin, managing to utter, "Iâm alrightâ¦"
Witnessing her forced sense of maturity, Brandonâs heart shattered even more. He crouched down,
cupping her tear-stained cheeks, his thumb tracing the wet trails away as he softly interrogated, "Can
you confide in me about your tears? Have you been harassed, or are you unwell? Why didnât you alert
me?"
Inundated by Brandonâs flurry of inquiries, Janet felt slightly overwhelmed.
But the palpable concern laced in his questions stirred warmth within her. "I promise, Iâm okay."
Janet burrowed herself into Brandonâs comforting embrace, nuzzling affectionately into his chest.
"You must be starving, right? Shall I whip up something for you?" Her attempt to distract him was
transparent to Brandon, a seasoned businessman.
He gently disengaged from her, locking his gaze on hers, his tone growing grave.
"Tell me the truth; why the waterfall of tears? Who dared to torment you?" Her eyes twinkled
mischievously as she teased, "Why donât you try guessing?" Irritated, Brandon pinched Janetâs
cherubic face, retorting somewhat harshly, "How am I expected to play detective?" "Assume someone
did torment me, how would you react?"
Janet tilted her head upward, silently anticipating Brandonâs response.
Wouldnât that be easier, if someone else were to blame? Unfortunately, destiny was the devious
antagonist she found herself unable to counter. Brandonâs gaze hardened, his eyes glinting ominously.
"I canât stomach the thought of harming my own lady love.
If anyone dares to hurt you, they will rue the day they were born." The intensity of his vow drew a
chuckle from Janet, her face finally bightening with a genuine smile. Beholding her enchanting smile, a
surge of adoration flooded Brandonâs heart, compelling him to lean in and plant a tender kiss on her
lips. Between breathless kisses, he murmured in a husky undertone, "Your smile is the most beautiful
sight to behold."
Although the shared kiss left him gratified, Brandon couldnât quell the lingering concern for Janetâs
unspoken tears. He guided Janet to sit upright, his resolute gaze signaling that he wouldnât rest until he
was privy to her secret.
"Will you share the truth with me now? What made you cry?"
To drive his point home, he reiterated sternly, "Speak the truth; donât try to conceal it from me!"
Janet cocked her head and offered him a teasing smile.
"Do you really wish to know?"
Impatient, Brandon playfully tapped Janetâs forehead, his brow furrowed.
"Out with it, donât leave me hanging."
Janet playfully stuck out her tongue.
"Alright, Iâll come clean."
She straightened her posture and her expression gradually adopted a serious demeanor.
"Brandon, do you recall our promise?"
Janet locked her gaze on Brandonâs.
Brandon was puzzled.
"What promise?"
Gently clasping Brandonâs larger hand within her own, Janetâs voice was sober, her words laced with
gravity.
"Didnât we swear to always be forthright and transparent with each other?"
Brandon was momentarily stunned.
Before he could voice a response, Janet pressed on, her tone layered with a calculated emphasis, "Are
you concealing something from me?"