The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride (Ethan and Janet) novel Chapter 1109

Half an hour later, Laney arrived at a coffee house in the city square.

Bag in hand, Janet raced toward Laney, delighted to see her old friend.

Laney was overjoyed, but too heavily pregnant to run. She took a few steps forward.

Afraid to squeeze too hard, Janet only gave her a gentle hug and stroked her belly.

"It's only been a couple of weeks. How did your belly get so big?" Janet chuckled. "The little guy's growing fast. Let me be the godmother. I want to be the first person to hug him!"

"Of course, you will be the first." Laney laughed heartily. She then covered her mouth and apologized, "I'm sorry. I laughed too loudly. Pregnancy seems to have stolen my manners."

"Don't worry. Laugh as loud as you want. I'm not Garrett's mother." Janet pouted. "When did you become like this? I can't even imagine what you're like when you're with the Harding family."

"It's not a big deal. It's worth it. Come on. Let's go inside. I've asked Lola to order some desserts for us." They sauntered into the coffee house arm in arm.

"Mrs. Larson, long time no see. I ordered tiramisu for you," Lola said enthusiastically, placing the desserts in front of them. She was wearing the brooch Janet had given her on her coat. It shone under the warm lights.

"How do you like the brooch?" Janet wiped the dessert fork carefully before handing it to Laney.

Lola brought them juice. Smiling widely, she said,

"I love it, Mrs. Larson. It matches all my clothes. I often get compliments when I wear it."

"It's just a small gift to thank you for taking care of my friend." Smiling politely, Janet grasped Laney's hand. Lola worked for Leo after all, and Janet needed to be on guard around her.

"I'll ask Lola to get you some desserts for Brandon. You can give them to him later."

Laney was about to get up when Janet stopped her. "No. Brandon is a picky eater; he will waste them," Janet said coldly. "And they're too delicious. He

doesn't deserve any of the desserts they make here."

Stunned, Laney asked carefully, "Did he make you mad?"

Janet avoided eye contact and clenched her fists. She tried to disguise her anger, but Laney knew something was wrong. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"I guess it's okay to tell you," Janet said, pursing her lips. "Brandon and I quarreled. And I left home a few days ago."