Substitute Marriage With the Illegitimate Son novel Chapter 663

Brandon took out his phone and called Janet at once.

On the other end, Janet was rather surprised that he would take the initiative to call her.

"Where are you?" he snapped as soon as she answered.

He soon realized how harsh he sounded, though. He cleared his throat and added in a much softer tone, "Why aren't you home?"

Janet was currently having breakfast. She leisurely took a sip of her milk before replying. "I was just about to tell you. I've come back to Barnes."

"What are you doing in Barnes?" Brandon asked, obviously unhappy.

It made Janet burst into laughter. "I work here, so it shouldn't be that surprising. I've been working remotely in the last few days, but it's far from convenient. If I continued to stay in Seacisco, my career would suffer eventually."

Brandon opened his mouth to express his grievance, but found that he didn't know the right words to say.

After floundering for a couple of seconds, he decided not to say anything altogether. Even so, a menacing scowl appeared on his face, and his fingers tightened around his phone.

"Fine," he breathed before hanging up and brooding by the window.

Since that day, Brandon devoted most of his time to work again.

He told himself repeatedly that it was a good thing that Janet was gone. He could finally focus on his business, just how it should have always been. Even so, every time he came home at night and found that there was no one to welcome him, a wave of loneliness would wash over him. He often went to bed feeling empty and upset.

It was a cold and rainy day in Seacisco. Autumn was coming to an end. The electric fireplace crackled in the living room, obscuring half of Brandon's face as he sat at the dining table.

He felt as though he was slowly drowning in the desolation that filled his heart, much like the storm that was raging outside.

He stared at the flower sitting on the mantel, the lace cloth covering the table, and the photos hanging on the wall. These were tiny, inconspicuous details that were easy to ignore, but they particularly stood out to Brandon.

Janet had only lived here for several days, but she had left traces of her everywhere. Now that she was gone, he slept alone and ate alone. Brandon found that he was rather unaccustomed to it now.

He heaved a mournful sigh. Even the breakfast spread before him was tasteless and unappetizing.