The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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Chapter 1130 Can You Forgive Me
Jknew Brandon struggled to fall asleep because of work pressures. However, she had never known him to take medicine
for his insomnia.
Brandon understood the side effects of sleeping pills. He wouldn’t take them unless he absolutely had no choice. “Is your
condition getting worse again?” Jasked She shook the bottle and then looked into Brandon’s eyes. She hoped he wouldn’t
lie to her again.
“It has nothing to do with my illness. I suffer from insomnia.” Brandon reclined on the bed. He rested his head on his arm and
said, “I don’t want to be controlled by this drug, but I have to be alert for work Every day is intense at the Larson Group, so I need
at least ssleep at night.”
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“Brandon, you know these pills are addictive.” Chewing her lower lip, Jwanted to throw the medicine bottle in his face.
“Hearout before you lose your temper.” Brandon grabbed the medicine bottle, smiled, and pulled her into his arms.

Jstruggled, lost her balance, and fell into his embrace. She pinched his chest and complained, “Okay, I’m ail ears. What
excuses are you planning to make this time?”
Brandon played with the medicine bottle. “1 started taking them recently. Frank prescribed them and the side effects are minimal.
If you arc worried, you can ask Frank.”
“Frank wouldn’t discuss your case with me. Even if he did, I wouldn’t trust him. You might have colluded with each other. You are
not allowed to take the medicine.” Jgrabbed the medicine bottle. “I’m confiscating it!”
Brandon smiled seductively and pinched Janet’s chin “If you cback, 1 won’t take the medicine. I sleep better with you beside
me.”
Janet’s ears turned red. Her eyes glistened with saline, and she pursed her lips. “Go to bed. We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” Janet
struggled to get up, but Brandon hugged her tighter. “So, you’ll have to givean answer tomorrow. I need you to forgive me.
It’s agony when we’re like this.” Jnodded, thinking he would let go of her. Instead, Brandon maneuvered her onto her back

“What the hell do you want? It’s getting late.” Jfrowned. Her view of the ceiling was blocked by Brandon. Cupping her jaw
and stroking her chin, Brandon whispered, “Have you missed me?” His breath tickled her ear.
“Are you sick? I’ll ask Frank to chere.” Jwrapped her clothes around her, as if they could protect her. “I’m lovesick.
Frank can’t cure me.” Brandon leaned against Janet’s chest and held her tighter.

Patting his arm, Jtook deep breaths and wheezed. This isn’t sexy. You’re crushingto death.”
“I’m sorry.” Brandon loosened his grip. Taking deep breaths, Jraised her head. “What do you want to tell me? It isn’t like
you.”
Brandon bowed his head. He hesitated before saying, “You’ve been angry for a long time. Are you planning to divorce me? I
promise to never hide anything from you again. We’ll face everything together. Of course, 1 will respect your choice. Only you
can decide whether to forgiveor not.”
After a long twith no response from Janet, Brandon pleaded, “Say something, please.” Brandon’s kiss fell on her ear. His
fingers tangled in her clothes. He then heard a light snore.
Jhad fallen asleep in his arms. He smiled helplessly. “I’ll let you sleep on it, then.”
The following day, Brandon turned over and stretched out his long arm, only to discover that there was no one beside him.
The bed was cold, and there was no sign of Jin his room. With a gloomy look on his face, Brandon lay on his back. Janet
must still be mad at him.
He headed downstairs. The smell of food made his mouth water.
Hannah and Jwere eating breakfast in the dining room. When Jsaw Brandon, she smiled.
“Hurry up and join us for breakfast. Jmade it.” Hannah had just asked Jwhere Brandon was; she didn’t expect him to
sleep so late.
With a smile, Brandon sat down.
He picked up a sandwich. He recalled ordering clothes for Hannah. Then he said to Janet, ‘‘Janet, I’ve placed a clothes order for
Hannah. I’d like you to finish it.”

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