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.

unreasonable

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

moment’s thought, Janet looked

anyone’s help ever since I was a child.If I started depending on others, then it would become a habit.As time goes by, it would

in a way." Ethan nodded

against the sofa, his hair bouncing with

here," he said, stretching out

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

closer to him

you cold? Do you want me

the window, the streets

lamps illuminated

raindrops pattered on the

nestled

of his

if he were her own,

against Ethan’s chest and

sigh escaped

open.She looked

you collect the clothes I

and kept the clothes

to him, making her lean