My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 7 Breakfast

It was rare for Janet to dream pleasant dreams lately. In this particular one, Hannah was treated in time and was able to recover. They went home together and life seemed all bright and hopeful.

However, the blaring of the ringtone interrupted her dream. Janet sat up from the bed and looked at the strange environment in a daze.

It took a while for her to finally remember she was married. She couldn’t adapt to the change yet.

As soon as she opened the door of the bedroom, her gaze fell on Ethan curling up on the sofa, hugging a pillow. The sofa was too small for his giant body. His legs were dangling out, and a gray blanket was wrapped around him. The sunlight cast a soft glow on his flawless features, making him look like a Greek God.

Janet was glad to know that Ethan didn’t make a move on her last night, so she relaxed her guard around him.

Janet smiled to herself and walked into the kitchen. There were eggs, bacon and bread in the fridge. It looked like the spices were never used before.

Janet put on an apron and began to make breakfast.

The bacon sizzled, and the delicious smell of butter wafted in the air.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at

The scene brought memories of the past, as

dream. His mother always made breakfast before he got up when he was a child, and the entire house would smell of

became clear, and he realized it was his

on the sofa, staring in a daze, Janet asked casually, “Do you want some breakfast? The bread is almost ready. Freshen up

simple breakfast of sandwiches and soup with whatever

good cook. Hannah had even suggested she open a small restaurant

bathroom, pulled a wooden chair, and sat down. His mouth watered when he saw the steaming breakfast on the table. He picked

heart stuttered as he recalled the time when he and his mother had dinner at this table many years ago when he was a child. Ethan had eaten all kinds of food from expensive restaurants, but nothing seemed to be at par with what his mother cooked. Now, Janet’s food seemed to take him back in time

gleaming with emotion. “It’s delicious. It tastes just like what my mother used to

didn’t know what to say. She had made him a simple breakfast with the ingredients they had in the fridge,

finish eating. I have something urgent to deal

ate his breakfast, relishing

her purse and left. She had something important to