Substitute Marriage With the Illegitimate Son novel Chapter 1113

Laney gave Janet's shoulder a reassuring pat and beamed. "Go on ahead. I'll arrange for Lola to give you a ride."

Janet hastened downstairs and got into the car. Within a matter of minutes, the vehicle vanished around the bend.

Laney retreated to her room and messaged Garrett, inquiring when he would return.

Garrett could handle his alcohol well. He must have just feigned to be intoxicated earlier. Laney already had a theory to the issue in her heart.

It appeared to Laney that Brandon orchestrated the entire scenario for Garrett to act out.

Lola drove Janet to the club's entrance, following the provided address.

"Mrs. Larson, this club is a melting pot of different people. Would you prefer that I accompany you inside?" Lola unfastened her seat belt and prepared to exit the car.

"It's okay. I know some people inside. You can wait for me here." Janet reassured Lola as she stepped out of the car and headed toward the club.

As Janet searched for Brandon, she unexpectedly ran into Garrett, who was walking toward her.

Garrett held himself against the wall while his back bent as if he had just puked. Upon catching sight of Janet, he lifted his quivering digits and gestured towards a nearby room, remarking, "You've finally arrived. Brandon is in that room over there. Go check on him. I'm quite intoxicated, so I'll step outside to get some fresh air."

"I will. The automobile is conveniently parked outside. If you feel uneasy, you may ask Lola to drive you home first." As Janet prepared to make her way over, she detected something amiss and inquired, "How did you know I was going to come here, Garrett? I attempted to contact Brandon earlier, but he did not respond any of my calls."

Abruptly, Garrett's vision appeared to sharpen. He cursed, hunched over, and retched a few times. His speech was vague as he muttered, "I thought it was Brandon who informed you..."

"Please articulate clearly. I am unable to comprehend your words." As Janet prepared to listen attentively, the door to the adjacent room abruptly swung open. Drunk, Brandon utilized the doorknob for support, struggling to maintain his balance as he staggered forward.

Janet hurriedly approached and gripped Brandon's arm, and he leaned against her for support.

Brandon rested his face against Janet's long hair and remarked in a low, husky tone, "You smell like my wife."