The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 661 The Breakfast
Wrapped in the quilt, Janet reached out to turn on the light and then sat up to look at Brandon.
Smiling brightly, she asked, “Why are you so scared? I’m not going to hurt you or anything.”
Her lighthearted, euphemistic voice made Brandon’s ears turn even redder. He didn’t raise his head and refused to look at the woman next to him. Clutching the quilt tightly, he felt a little depressed. He had never felt so helpless before.
“Did you want to say something to me?” Janet asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.
With a tense look on his face, Brandon finally raised his eyes to look at Janet, albeit hesitantly. He uttered, “You… Please don’t… I…”
Seeing that he couldn’t even finish his sentence, Janet was amused. She shook her head helplessly, turned off the light, and lay down with her back to Brandon.
She then said softly, “Alright, I promise I won’t tease you again. You have work tomorrow. Good night.”
After that, Janet didn’t say anything more.
Brandon breathed a sigh of relief. In the darkness, he looked at Janet’s outline quietly. Too many doubts flashed through his mind.
What kind of person was she? And how did they used to interact? To Brandon’s frustration, he still couldn’t remember anything. His head was filled with a thousand questions, but he couldn’t just wake Janet up and ask her without her finding out about his memory loss.
In the end, he had no choice but to lie back down on the very edge of the bed, tucked himself in, and closed his eyes.
The rainstorms of early autumn were over, and winter quietly crept in.
Brandon awoke to the sound of the strong winds beating against the window. When he got up to close the window, the delicious aroma of breakfast attracted him.
He subconsciously glanced back at the empty bed. Only then did he realize that Janet was not in the room.
After quickly washing up, he trotted downstairs.
It was a windy day, but there was no sign of rain. The sun was still bright outside.
With an apron on, Janet set two cups of milk on the table and then went back to the kitchen to prepare the food.
Brandon mindlessly followed her into the kitchen.
Janet was making sandwiches for breakfast. When she heard footsteps behind her, she turned around and smiled, “Good morning, sunshine! Go wash your hands. Breakfast is almost ready.”
Brandon was stunned for a few seconds. For some inexplicable reason, he felt that this scene was so familiar, as though he was experiencing deja vu.
He thought about it long and hard. Janet’s busy figure gradually overlapped with that of his mother in his memories.
Sylvia used to make him breakfast before he got up. The smell of delicious food in the early morning, the
woman’s blurred face, and the familiar sound of cooking up a storm in the kitchen. This scene felt very familiar to him, but Brandon couldn’t remember anything more.
His memory was too blurred. And whenever he tried to make it clear, he’d feel a dull pain in his head.
Noticing his absent-mindedness, Janet waved her hand in front of him and asked, “Brandon? What’s on your mind? Come on. It’s time for breakfast.”
Brandon’s eyes gradually became clear. He nodded slightly and followed her to the dining table.
There were sandwiches, bacon, eggs, and milk on the table—a beautiful breakfast spread.
“Here you go.” With a smile, Janet handed him a glassof milk.
Brandon accepted the glasswith both hands and said awkwardly, “Oh, thank you.”
Janet gestured at the food on the table and urged him, “Taste it. I hope my cooking sK*lls didn’t worsen while I was away.”
Brandon nodded. He slowly picked up a sandwich and hesitantly took a bite.
The food Janet cooked was nothing special, but it tasted good. The meaty chicken and the crunchiness of lettuce mixed perfectly. There was no extra seasoning, but it was still a tasty and refreshing sandwich. Brandon’s heart felt warm while he ate it. i
“It’s delicious.” He praised from the bottom of his heart. He hadn’t eaten such a good, home-cooked meal in so long. This made him feel for the first time that the word “home” was not so far away from him. o)
The smile in Janet’s eyes didn’t fade away. After she finished the last of her milk, she winked at Brandon and said lightly, “As usual, I cook and you wash the dishes.” Brandon nodded obed*iently. He didn’t think it was an unreasonable request. In fact, he even felt as though he had done this chore many times. But he had no idea when he did it and why he agreed to do chores in the first place.
Despite the blanks in his mind, Brandon truly enjoyed the familiar feeling of a having a hearty breakfast. Suddenly, his phone started to ring.
It was Charis calling.
“Brandon, why aren’t you at the office yet? Did something happen?” Her voice was full of concern.
“I’m okay. Don’t worry about me. You go ahead with the work.” Brandon took a sip of milk. He gave her brief orders and then hung up.
It was the first time that he had put aside his work for something else. Instead of rushing to the company, he finished breakfast with Janet unhurriedly and even washed the dishes afterwards.