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

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

thought, Janet looked at him

weak.I 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 would turn into a weakness.After all, you can only rely on

sense, in a way." Ethan

sofa, his

here," he said,

on its own accord.She nestled in Ethan’s arms and let out a weary

closer to him

cold? Do you want me

the window, the streets were pitch

lamps illuminated the

on the green leaves.It

Janet nestled closer to

warmth of his body

as if he were her

against Ethan’s chest and inhaled his fresh, manly

contented sigh escaped

her eyes sprang open.She looked at him and

the clothes

folded and kept the clothes in

her closer to him, making her lean on