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.

impression of him, it was indeed unreasonable for him to offer the money for

"You should have at least asked me to find a way to help you.I could also ask around

a moment’s thought, Janet

have been solving all the problems myself without seeking 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

a way." Ethan nodded

the sofa, his

he said, stretching

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

pulled Janet closer to him and wrapped the blanket

me to get a quilt from

window, the streets

the dim lamps illuminated

pattered on the

nestled closer

his body seeped into

if he were

and inhaled his fresh, manly

sigh escaped

her eyes sprang open.She

you collect the clothes

folded and kept the clothes in your

moved his arm, pulling her closer to him, making her lean on his shoulder more