My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

How could Janet not feel guilty? Although Ethan seemed casual, he treated her like a princess.

If she planned to leave him for some reason one day, the pain would feel excruciating as if someone had ripped her heart right out of her chest.

The wind whistled in the night.

Janet lowered her head and tried to get hold of herself.

"I could have handled it on my own, Ethan." Her voice drifted with the wind.

She had always been alone and fought her own battles.

Ethan walked up to her, and Janet saw his yellowing canvas shoes.She looked up, and her gaze met his enigmatic eyes.

Ethan smiled and gently stroked his hair.

"You have a husband now.It’s different."

Ethan’s broad chest blocked the wind as he stared into her eyes.

"Let’s go back.It’s late," Janet said in a hushed voice.

His words both confused and touched her.

She turned around and continued to walk forward.

Ethan followed Janet and caught up with her.

The cicadas chirped in the quiet summer night.

All of a sudden, Ethan felt something touch his finger.He looked down and saw Janet clasp his finger.

of his lips, and his face softened.He gently held her hand and caressed her fingers with his

want to kiss

thick with lust as he stared at

to say to him.She

Janet’s ears turned red.

me

shook his head in

him that he couldn’t touch her

her lower lip

moaned in the back

on her lip, making her

mouth parted, Ethan lifted her in

involuntarily wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her

chiseled, muscular body made

Janet couldn’t dodge.

let go of her

going to get the

her face against his chest, hearing

come

Ethan shrugged.

smile made

couldn’t take her

no choice but

corner of her lips

taste like strawberry.I like it.It’s just so

almost nine when they

as Janet entered the apartment,