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.

to do was

and stepped back. “I have finished

Janet felt relieved. “No.”

in the living room. ‘Do I have

about to go to the bathroom when he saw the concern in her eyes. He remembered there was only one bed in the house. The house had been unoccupied for a

here. I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. You can sleep

know how to read people’s minds? How does he know what I was thinking?’

in the living room and was overjoyed that he offered before she asked, she pretended to be embarrassed. “Is that okay? It is our wedding

If I want to sleep comfortably, I might have to sleep here on the same bed with you.” Ethan lowered his head and leaned closer to her. His eyes darkened as their gaze met. “I’ll join you after taking a shower,”

She lowered her eyes, trying to escape. But there was nowhere to hide. She was

hit the corner of the table, Ethan reached out and

did you mean?” Ethan asked, cocking his head to the side with

at him, looking like a trapped

heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel Ethan’s warm breath blowing against her neck. The man’s