My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ethan slowly loosened his grip on Janet’s wrist.His slender fingers trailed down her hand and interlaced her fingers.

He kissed her knuckles and smiled.

"You have said a lot.Catch some breath now.Is your throat dry?"

Janet was taken aback; she stared at him with wide eyes.

A blush crept onto her cheeks.

She lowered her gaze, batting her eyelashes.

Ethan didn’t say anything more.He stroked her palm and looked at her shy face.

The smile lit up his face; he looked more handsome than ever.

Somehow, the lust in his eyes seemed appealing rather than annoying.

"Tell me something.Would you rather get a loan from a bank than ask me for help?"

"You are no better than I am.You have no money.Even if you have savings, I don’t think it would be enough to pay for the surgery."

Janet smiled and looked at him.

Then, she drank the milk and placed the glass on the table.

Ethan was rendered speechless.

indeed unreasonable for him to offer the money for

suspicion.He frowned and said, "You should have at least asked me to find a way to help you.I could also ask around for

Janet

been solving all the problems myself without seeking anyone’s help ever since I was a child.If

makes sense, in a way." Ethan nodded in

against the sofa, his hair

said, stretching

her bottom lip in embarrassment.But her body reacted on its own accord.She nestled in Ethan’s arms and let out a weary

closer to him and

me to get

the window, the streets

lamps illuminated the

on the

need." Janet nestled closer

warmth of his body seeped

he were her own, cozy

against Ethan’s chest and inhaled his fresh,

sigh escaped

open.She looked at him and

collect the clothes

have folded and kept

moved his arm, pulling her closer to him, making her lean on