My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

A black Bugatti slowly ground to a halt outside the yard.The area was remote, with only a handful of shabby houses in sight.

A luxury car was decidedly out of place in such a scene.

The man in the backseat put aside a stack of documents he had been perusing, then changed from his svelte, tailored suit to an old jacket.

Sean twisted around to look at his boss, who had been going through so much trouble traveling back and forth every day.

"You used to come here only once or twice a year, Boss," Sean pointed out.

"You have villas all over the city.You can just move into in one of them with your wife.Why do you bother going to this dump every single day?" Ethan threw him a cold glance.

"You've been awful talkative lately.Do you have so much time in your hands? If you have nothing better to do, you might as well clean up and tend to these other villas of mine."

Sean immediately shut up and looked away.

Ethan got out of the car.

Once he was out of sight, Sean slapped his own cheek, muttering, "You blabbermouth.You spoke too much."

Ethan walked into the house and found Janet stretched out on the sofa, her eyes fixed on her laptop screen.

She had cucumber slices plastered to her face, and one of her hands was holding a large tumbler with a straw peeking out of its rim.

"You're back? Have you eaten yet?"

She had heard him arrive, yet she just couldn't bear to miss a second of the TV series she was watching.

Ethan found her endearing.

had dinner with a friend,"

the gray blanket from the sofa and draped it over them before plopping down next to

did your job interview go?" Janet

grabbed the cucumber pieces from her

what I'm about

Ethan already

he leaned back and listened intently as Janet recounted the

company just values your talents," Ethan

and even I think that you

been looking forward to his shocked face, so she was caught

seem the

"Maybe," she murmured.

end, Janet brushed it off, thinking that the gravity

again, meaning to carry on with her

paused at the last minute, and looked back at

was reading a magazine beside her, looking

his jeans were

even thought they were from vintage designer brands and he had dressed this way on

curiosity getting the better of

is it that you

that he had this small house, a deceased mother, and the Lester

to it, she knew virtually

always went out early in the