My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet didn’t think too much about it.She thought it was just a coincidence.She wouldn’t have made the connection between Ethan and Brandon so easily.

After taking a quick cold shower, Ethan came out of the bathroom in a white T-shirt and loose track pants.

Water was still dripping from his black hair, and his long narrow eyes drooped slightly.

Janet was still waiting for Brandon’s reply when she felt somebody hug her from behind.

The familiar scent of mint wafted to her nose, which comforted her.

"Done so soon?" Janet asked feebly, shifting uncomfortably in his arms.

"Weren’t you waiting for me?" Ethan smiled.

He withdrew his arms and dried his black hair with a towel, staring at her lazily.

Janet’s face flushed and she immediately tried to defend herself.

"I wasn’t waiting for you.Anyway, you should check your phone since it lit up twice now.I think you got a few texts."

Unhurried, Ethan leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe affectionately.His stubbles tickled her.

"Hey, stop! You phone… Do you need me to get it for you?"

Under his touch, goose bumps formed on the back of his neck, so Janet pulled away quickly to get his phone.

she felt a pair of

give me a

thought that Ethan was going

gave her butterflies, she still felt

some business she

your mind? Why’s your face so red?" Ethan

the table lazily, he asked, "Who are you texting

to the party.Thanks to him, I had the opportunity to teach Fiona

out another text to

of her swollen

lights in the room, flooding the apartment with

keeps texting you so

Ethan’s

didn’t connect the dots, thinking it was

me to come in and

that Janet had sent texts to his business

a quick glance, he

that the messages she had sent to Brandon had been read, but he didn’t

breath, she muttered,

Janet might make the connection any second now, Ethan hurriedly scooped her into his arms and

"Ah! What’re you doing?"

his clothes in