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.

a long sigh, Janet threw herself to

outside her door, Ethan was seething with

teeth and walked to the balcony

did it go? Have you won her heart yet?"

Ethan sneered.

over, even darker than the night

haven’t rested since sundown," he

God! You’re amazing! It’s been almost four hours!

didn’t seem to sense anything

helped you with something so important, would you consider giving me some

angry that he almost

asked me to return the flowers.I even had to get rid of

a bad mood, it meant that not only Garrett was

Larson Group was

"Wait! Don’t hang up!"

in a

he quickly

was in the bathroom, taking a

Garrett was in no mood to

time for me.But I already told you that your wife’s different.How

coldly and hung up the

was rare for him

mood couldn’t

slapped a paper bag of books