Chapter 901 The Best Wife In The World
Brandon was confused. "Why makes you say that all of a sudden?"
"Dalores was probably still busy cutting up Este''s dress by the time I sent Draco home. So how
could she have known and tipped the paparazzi to take photos of us? Was she just banking on the
possibility that I would be helping Draco out of the car?" J had never pegged Dalores to be an
insightful woman.
"I''ve checked where the photos were first posted. It''s just an ordinary entertainment magazine."
When Brandon saw that she was still frowning, he asked, "What is it? What''s wrong?"
"Who else could it be besides Dalores?" J muttered under her breath.
But Brandon thought that she was overthinking the matter. "The paparazzi must have been
targeting you and Draco for a while now. You did well at the Iridescent Show, so it wouldn''t be
surprising if you''ve garnered a bunch of envious rivals."
"You have a point there. After all, even some of my peers over at Northcliffe made things difficult for
me." J sighed mournfully. "Well, this should be interesting. I haven''t even made a name for
myself as a designer yet, and I''m already involved in several scandals."
Just this morning, she was browsing a certain website when she came across an article detailing
her and Draco''s supposed love story. A rich youngdy suffering from an unfortunate marriage and
a talented designer presumably met and found a new purpose to life in each other.
J couldn''t help but chuckle at the memory.
Brandon narrowed his eyes. He rarely saw this particr smile on her face.
"What are you thinking about?" Before she could answer, however, he pulled her into his arms and
pressed a kiss on her lips. "Don''t tell me you''re thinking about that sickly guy, Draco."N?velDrama.Org (C) content.
J giggled and told him all about the article.
"What the hell?" Brandon struggled to contain his anger as he opened the website and saw the
article for himself. After reading only a few lines, he immediately called Sean and instructed him to
remove all the articles pertaining to J and Draco, and to ban the ounts that were engaging in
such tasteless rumors.
"Why would you ban their ounts?" Jined. "Some of them are my fans, you know.
They defended me and showed their support."
She never imagined having a fan base, at least not this early. She was still just a rookie designer,
after all.
Despite that, a good number ofizens were speaking up for her amidst all the nder and hate
speech. The only catch was that their wording seemed a little... strange.
"I am a good friend of J''s. I assure you that she will never cheat on her husband. Why would
she, when they love each other very much? Her husband spoils her at every turn. Not only that, he
is also good-looking and an excellent cook."
"That''s right! J''s private life is spotless. She goes home on time every day after work. She''s a
workaholic who''s obsessed in design. There''s no way she would look at other men apart from her
husband."
"Stop besmirching her name, or you will be receiving awyer''s letter from me soon!"
The more that J read thements again, the more bizarre she found the whole situation. She
fell into a pensive silence as her mind raced.
No way... Brandon couldn''t have anything to do with this, right?
J continued to browse thement section until she reached the bottom, where she found the
most inconspicuousment yet.
"She is the best wife in the world. I forbid you to spout such nonsense."
Brandon was still barking orders at Sean, so he failed to notice the shift in J''s mood. When he
was done, he said, "Stay away from Draco. I don''t like it when people gossip about the two of you."
J sniffed and pounced on him, hugging him tightly. "I will."
Brandon was taken aback by her promptpliance. "Good girl," he crooned and stroke her hair
before kissing her cheek.
"Come on, I''ll drive you to the studio."
Momentster, their car stopped in front of W Marks.
J thought about the paparazzi that had hounded her at the studio''s entrancest time. She still
harbored some fear due to that incident. She couldn''t bring herself to get out of the car as she
looked around nervously.
"Are you afraid of the paparazzi?" Brandon asked, andughed when he saw her frown.
J nced at the reporters hiding behind the pir just outside the studio. She clicked her
tongue and sighed. "They''re here to snap some photos secretly, but they don''t even know how to
hide themselves properly. I can see all of them from here."
She didn''t want to get out of the car, but Brandon had to go to work, too. He couldn''t just stay and
wait for her to muster the courage to expose herself to these intrusive reporters.