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.

Janet’s impression of him, it was indeed unreasonable for him to offer the

said, "You should have at least asked me to find a way to help you.I

moment’s thought, Janet looked

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 bouncing with every

here," he said,

her body reacted on its own accord.She nestled

to him

you cold? Do you want me to get a quilt from

the window, the

dim lamps

howled, and the raindrops pattered on the green leaves.It finally began to

nestled closer

of his body seeped into

he were her

chest and inhaled

contented sigh

open.She

collect the clothes I washed

have folded and kept the clothes in your

his arm, pulling her closer to him, making her