My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Chapter 318: Women Are Like Clothes

"Didn’t King Alistair say it best? ’Brothers are like your own flesh and blood, but women are just clothes.’ And you’re fighting with your brother over a piece of clothing you haven’t even gotten your hands on yet. How stupid is that? Zeke Walton won’t hold it against you, but you need to show you’re sorry. Come on, apologize to the man."

After calming down a little, Brandon Jacobs realized he’d been too impulsive.

’Good thing Zeke Walton dodged so fast. Otherwise, I would’ve cracked his head open...’

He clinked his glass against the other, his neck stiff with reluctance.

"This drink says it all. You know what I mean."

They were all grown men. Who didn’t lose their temper now and then?

Zeke Walton understood, so he drained his glass.

"Do we really need all this formality between us? Come on, tell us what’s going on. Who is this woman, anyway?"

Brandon Jacobs really wanted to tell them. But he just couldn’t.

That was the source of his anguish. It was suffocating!

"I don’t know how to explain it. You guys are right—it’s just a woman, right? I’ll get over it. With my reputation and status here in Veridia, what kind of woman can’t I have? The matter’s closed. Let’s drop it."

Seeing that he didn’t want to talk, Wyatt Wynn tactfully played along.

"Well said. That’s how a real man should act. By the way, how come I haven’t seen Hailey today? Want to call her over to keep us company for a bit?"

"Get Hailey, Wendy, and Jessie over here!"

These three were Club DL’s most beautiful and emotionally intelligent "beverage saleswomen." Countless customers came just for them.

To maintain their mystique, Brandon Jacobs only had them work three days a week. Today just happened to be their day off.

As he was about to call them, Zeke Walton shook his head.

"Just call two of them. I don’t need anyone."

Zeke Walton used to go on and on about how he liked men and wasn’t interested in women. But every time he came here, he never refused the company he was assigned, and he was well-acquainted with Wendy, Hailey, and Jessie. So why was he acting so reserved today?

"What do you mean you don’t want anyone? Shit, who have you fallen for this time?"

Zeke Walton was completely unbothered by their sharp tongues.

"I won’t lie to you guys. I met a girl, and she’s... different. I really have feelings for her, and I don’t want to be with anyone else. It just feels pointless now."

Wyatt Wynn felt like he was seeing things.

’He’d just been a little busy lately. How had they all started catching feelings behind his back?’

"A girl? Are you sure you have feelings for a *girl*?"

Zeke Walton didn’t want to elaborate.

"Let’s not talk about me. She’s not from our world; you guys wouldn’t get it. Anyway, you two have fun. It’s getting late, I should head back before she starts to worry."

As Zeke Walton started to leave, Wyatt Wynn’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"What do you mean, Zeke? You’re living with someone? Holy shit, not only did your tastes change overnight, but you’re living with a woman?"

Zeke Walton replied, "I’m not a degenerate like you guys. We’re just roommates, that’s all. Don’t worry, you’ll be the first to know when there’s good news."

With that, he walked over to Brandon Jacobs and patted his shoulder.

"I’m in the honeymoon phase of a new relationship, so I can’t relate to what you’re feeling at all. There’s no point in me staying here. Just take your time and work through it. Listen to Wynn’s advice; he’s the most level-headed one among us. Hang in there."

He left with a cheerful laugh, dealing another blow to Brandon Jacobs’ fragile heart.

’Even Zeke Walton has a girlfriend now, while my love life is a total disaster. What is this bullshit!’

The boss had called, and Wendy and Jessie rushed over.

With a beautiful woman in his arms and Wyatt Wynn’s golden advice in his ears, Brandon Jacobs should have forgotten all about Elsa. But he was miserable. Utterly miserable.

It felt like someone was squeezing his lungs. He couldn’t breathe, and a profound discomfort settled over his entire body.

Wendy, a woman he was usually proud of and fond of, now seemed repulsive. Today, her makeup looked gaudy and fake.

Her clothes were always the same—low-cut and backless. Her nails were always long and glittery, sharp and seductive like a fox’s claws. Her voice and body moved with a cloying, cat-like coyness... He couldn’t stand it anymore.

Wendy was currently doing her best to charm him, sitting on his lap with one arm draped around his neck while her other hand, soft and delicate, brought a drink to his lips.

Suddenly, Brandon Jacobs shoved her off his lap.

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