My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 6 Only One Bed

Janet was startled. “If I’m not Jocelyn Lind, who else do you think I am? It’s such a lame question,” she said jokingly.

Janet had married Ethan as Jocelyn Lind. If she messed up the plan, Fiona would not give her the money. Hannah was still at the hospital, waiting for the money to get her surgery done.

Ethan frowned — something seemed out of place. Someone who had previously investigated the daughter of the Lind family told him that Jocelyn was an arrogant, willful, vain, brainless woman who liked seducing wealthy men for personal gain.

Therefore, he pretended to be a penniless loser in front of Janet, thinking she was Jocelyn so that she would take the initiative to ask for a divorce because the woman despised the poor.

However, the woman in front of him seemed surprisingly accepting of his financial position, as well as his humble abode.

Besides, her nervousness seemed apparent even though she tried her best to remain calm.

Ethan felt the woman in front of her was kind and sweet. She seemed interesting to him.

But it didn’t matter whether she was the real Jocelyn or not. He married Jocelyn only because this was his mother’s last wish on her deathbed.

had to do was

a casual question. Forget about it.” Ethan picked up the suit jacket and stepped back. “I have finished saying what I want to say. Do you have anything else

Janet felt relieved. “No.”

sofa in the living room. ‘Do

the concern in her eyes. He remembered there was only one bed in the house. The house had been

the sofa tonight. You can sleep in the bedroom,” Ethan said, casually

looked at him in surprise. ‘Does he know how to read people’s minds? How does

“Is that okay? It is our wedding night. Don’t you think it is inappropriate for you to sleep on the sofa? Besides, you are big and tall. How can you sleep comfortably on the

only one bed here. If I want to sleep comfortably, I might have to sleep here on the same bed with you.” Ethan

Janet’s eyes widened. She braced herself as a blush flamed her cheeks. She lowered her eyes, trying to escape.

corner of the table, Ethan reached out and held her

cocking his head to the side

blinked at him, looking like a

her chest. She could feel Ethan’s warm breath blowing against her neck.