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.

he had to do

stepped back. “I have finished saying what I want to say. Do you have anything

Janet felt relieved. “No.”

shook her head and looked around. There was only one bedroom and a tiny sofa in the living room. ‘Do I have to

He remembered there was only one bed in the house. The house had been unoccupied

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

how to read people’s minds?

was overjoyed that he offered before she asked, she pretended to be embarrassed. “Is that okay? It is our wedding night. Don’t you think it is inappropriate for you to sleep

with you.” Ethan lowered his

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

the table, Ethan reached out and held

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

at him, looking like a

warm breath blowing against her neck. The man’s body heat cloaked her. She had the urge to run