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 to the

Ethan was

teeth and walked

did it go? Have you won her heart yet?" Garrett asked bluntly,

Ethan sneered.

eyes clouded over, even

haven’t rested since sundown,"

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

seem

"I told you it’d work! Since I’ve helped you with something so important, would

angry that he almost burst into

even had to get rid of all the

bad mood, it meant

was about

"Wait! Don’t hang up!"

shouted in a

ear tightly, he quickly lifted the

in the

mood to

the balcony, wine bottle in tow, and said, "Mr.Lester, 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 my girlfriend’s books? They’re all manuals on

coldly and hung up the phone without another

was rare for him to be

uncontrollable mood couldn’t

morning, in the Larson Group, Garrett slapped a paper bag of books