My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"Do you have the flower shop’s phone number? Ask if the flowers can be returned."

After clearing the petals on the floor, Janet laid a pile of flowers on the dining table.

Ethan painstakingly removed all the candles from the floor and made a call to have his men take the flowers away.

It was already midnight by the time they finished cleaning.

Exhausted, Janet leaned against the sofa.

"I was able to get this much back from the flower shop."

With one hand in his pocket, Ethan walked over to Janet and put a wad of cash next to her.

"Why are you giving it to me? It’s your money."

Janet looked tired, but her tone was as cold as it was that morning.

As she spoke, she dumped the money on the coffee table and then got up to walk to her room.

Before closing the door behind her, she stole one last glance at the man.

Truth be told, she was delighted to have received flowers from Ethan.She had never seen so many flowers before, let alone the fact that they were from Ethan.

But the most important thing for two people to get along was to trust each other.

Ethan didn’t trust her enough, and that was what made her mad.She couldn’t let go of it so soon.

Janet threw herself

her door, Ethan

walked to the

heart yet?" Garrett asked bluntly, his voice riddled

Ethan sneered.

eyes clouded over, even darker

I haven’t rested since

been almost four hours! Good

didn’t seem to

you with something

that

idea didn’t work at all.She called me a big spender and asked me to return the flowers.I even had to get rid of all the petals on the floor.I just finished cleaning! And you say you deserve a vacation? Garrett, you’re working in the office this month-with no

was in a bad mood, it meant that not only Garrett was in

was about to

"Wait! Don’t hang up!"

shouted in

his ear tightly, he quickly lifted the

the

in no mood to peak at her

calm down, Flowers worked every time for me.But I already told you that your wife’s different.How about I give you a few of

up the phone without

rare for him to

uncontrollable mood couldn’t be

slapped a paper bag of