My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet turned around and saw who it was.

Jocelyn was standing beside her.She looked apologetic, but it somehow seemed exaggerated as she fought a complacent smile.

"Oh, I’m sorry.A waiter bumped against me now."

She clamped her mouth with one hand and held the glass with the other, pretending to feel sorry for her.Her apology didn’t seem sincere, for her every word dripped with contempt.

"I didn’t mean it."

Janet tugged at her wet dress that was clinging to her legs.

The sweet scent of roses from the wine wafted in the air.

Janet immediately moved back from Jocelyn and glared at her.

"You did it on purpose! You didn’t have an invitation, right? How did you get in?" Jocelyn smirked at her.

"Of course, I walked in.I have my ways.I can get into parties even without the invitation."

arms over her chest and raked her

about I compensate for it? How

dollar bills from her handbag and threw them at Jocelyn’s

the price.You

the glass and stood up, his face taut

grabbed some tissues from the table and tried wiping the stain from Janet’s dress,

if he wanted to

and me.Please don’t

trying to calm him

dress

had perhaps already figured that

a poor woman like Janet afford an expensive dress? She

all, she struggled to make ends

money on the floor and

afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy to spend money on

money that Jocelyn had