The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663 empty and upset Brandon pulled out his phone and called Janet from immediate.

On the other hand, Janet was quite surprised that he took the initiative call her… “Where are you?” he blurted out so soon as she responded.

However, it soon became realize how harsh that sounded.

It cleared up throat and added in a much softer tone: “Cause you’re not at home?”.

Janet was having breakfast at the time.

I take quietly a sip of her milk before reply, “I was about to tell you.

I returned to Barns.” “What are you doing at Barnes?” Brandon asked, obviously unhappy.

Janet laughed: “I work here, so I don’t should surprise you.

I have been working from remotely in recent days, but it is far to be convenient.

If I stay in Seacisco, my career will eventually take damage.” Brandon opened his mouth to express his complaint, but found he didn’t know the right words to say.

After hesitating for a couple of seconds, decided not to say anything.

Still a frown menacing appeared on his face, and his fingers they clenched around his phone.

“Good” , he whispered before hanging up and brooding by the window.

From that day on, Brandon rededicated the greatest part of his time to work.

He told himself repeatedly that it was good that Janet had gone.

He could finally focus on his business, just as it should have always been.

Still, each time he came home at night and found that there was no one to welcome him, a wave of loneliness washed over him.

He often went to bed feeling empty and upset.

It was a cold and rainy day in Seacisco.

Fall it was coming to an end.

the electric fireplace crackled in the living room, obscuring half of Brandon’s face as he sat down at the dining table.

He felt as if he was slowly drowning in the desolation that filled his heart, just like the storm that raged outside.

He looked at the flower resting on the mantelpiece.

the fireplace, the lace tablecloth that covered the table and photos hanging on the wall.

These were tiny, inconspicuous details that were easy to ignore, but they especially called the Brandon’s attention.

Janet had only lived here for several days, but he had left traces of her everywhere.

Now that she was gone, he slept alone and ate only.

Brandon discovered that he was no longer accustomed to loneliness.

He heaved a sad sigh.

even breakfast served before him was bland and unappetizing.

Already fed up with the strange emotions and indescribable things that tormented him, Brandon decided to return to the hotel near the company.

Single he returned to the villa once a week.

And everytime, I’d be looking forward to seeing Janet cooking at home, waiting for him.

She greeted him with that bright smile of hers and then instructed him to wash his hands before tell him that dinner was ready.

It was nothing special, really, but his expectations never met.

they made it come true.