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 him to offer the money for

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

moment’s thought, Janet looked at

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 turn into a weakness.After all,

makes sense, in a way." Ethan nodded in

the sofa, his

he said, stretching

her body reacted on its own accord.She nestled in Ethan’s

Janet closer to him and

you cold? Do you want me to get

window, the streets

dim lamps illuminated

raindrops pattered on the green

nestled

warmth of his body seeped

felt as if he were

leaned against Ethan’s chest and

contented sigh escaped

sprang open.She looked at him

collect the clothes I washed

kept the clothes

closer to him, making her lean on his shoulder