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

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

a moment’s thought, Janet

a child.If I started depending on others, then it would become

makes sense, in a way." Ethan

his hair bouncing with

here," he said, stretching out his

on its own accord.She nestled in Ethan’s arms

closer to him and wrapped

you cold? Do you want me to get a quilt

window, the streets

lamps illuminated

raindrops pattered on the green leaves.It finally began

Janet nestled closer to

of his

felt as if he were her

and inhaled his fresh,

contented sigh

sprang open.She looked at

the clothes

folded and kept

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