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

said, "You should have at least asked me to find a

moment’s thought, Janet looked

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

a

against the sofa, his hair bouncing

said, stretching out

in embarrassment.But her body reacted on its own accord.She nestled in Ethan’s arms and

him and

want me to get a quilt from

the

the dim lamps

raindrops pattered on the

need." Janet nestled closer to

warmth of his body

he were her own,

against Ethan’s chest and inhaled

sigh escaped

open.She looked at

the clothes I

and kept the clothes in

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