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 for him to offer the money

her suspicion.He frowned and said, "You should have at least asked me to find a way to help

Janet looked at him

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,

sense, in a

sofa, his hair

said, stretching out his

its own

pulled Janet closer to him and wrapped

me to get a quilt from the

window, the streets were

the dim lamps

howled, and the raindrops pattered on the green leaves.It finally

need." Janet nestled

his body seeped

he were her own, cozy

leaned against Ethan’s chest and

contented sigh

open.She looked at him

the clothes I

and kept the clothes in your

his arm, pulling her closer to him, making her