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.

of him, it was indeed unreasonable for

least asked me to find a way to help you.I

thought, Janet looked at

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

makes sense, in a way." Ethan nodded

leaned against the sofa, his hair bouncing

said, stretching

in embarrassment.But her body reacted on its own accord.She nestled in

him and wrapped

you want me to get a quilt from the

the streets were pitch

dim lamps

raindrops pattered on the green leaves.It finally

need." Janet nestled

of his body

felt as if he were her

and

contented sigh escaped

eyes sprang open.She

collect the

kept the clothes in

closer to him, making her lean on his shoulder